July 11, 2009

Instrumental

My smartest hardest heart

Having been keenly crouching

Diffident

My instrument

Spyglass and wine glass

Rings on the windowsill

This whole town unowned

Sprawling like a late child

Sprinting and framed

It hurts to see that trees were once asleep

It kills me

Cherries

Poison

I don’t know how to tell you this…

I did this to myself

I’m out there somewhere

With my smartest hardest heart.

 

 


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