directionless rain: two poems
By kevin
I. plummet to the depths of light at the end of your eyes another dream and the phantasms will outnumber reality of love like a cancer, I can't cut it out a root so twisted about my spine I scream 'pull it out', dying, dying. II. a thousand horses pulling backwards mud slipping in the rain, no directions only BACK, prevent the single natural action prevent the destruction of the dream through action on the threshold of becoming, I believe in you.*sigh* Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 05:36 PM PST, Kevin Watt angst
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