1.26.2010

26...



i swore i would never write another poem. but i have. one of these days, i'm going to put all of them into a book. and my short stories. maybe...

You said...

You said you were the moon,
hiding behind the wires
that carried the cries
of lovers,
from a phone booth outside a bar.
Short stories, traveling far...
Just "No..."
Arms held open are not
what they seem to be.
It's easy to slip right through.
It's easy to hide behind the moon,
hide behind me...
I've become your virtuoso,
singer of your hard times,
hiding my face, hiding the signs.
You weren't the moon,
you weren't mine.
Now I'm the wire,
and the wire cries...
You said you were the moon,
hiding behind the wires
that carried the Siren's song,
but that was wrong.
You said you were the moon,
now you say you're the wires,
and I sing your sad song,
your sad, sad song.





go ahead, make your day...

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