Monday, September 15, 2008
some days (by kris)
Some days there’s nothing more daunting than an empty page
Some days I could wrap you up in empty pages,
tell you the poem is on the inside,
this is in an inverted poem,
you have to hold it in your arms until it leaks under your skin.  
Some days I hold my breath waiting for a kiss that’s never coming,
some days I’m convinced nobody around me is living up to their beauty,
we’re all falling short, faces to the concrete,
mouths full of worms and dirt and dandelions,
for now, blitz ‘kgb’ to get some of your shit up here.  eventually we’ll get audio and all that.