Tuesday, July 15, 2008

dead zone

it's so quiet in here like
hum is all the music i really need.
clink of sandal spangle on metal.
rush of jet, landing.
alone with my thoughts. i try to keep
them on a song i have
on repeat. pieces of sky.
by beth orton
the chorus goes
when it's over
it's over
best get busy livin
i'll be a long time gone.

memories are just pieces of sky.
i wish i'd written that.


the more i think about how it was
for you, i wonder how you dealt
with it for so long. i guess you
wanted out so much earlier than
you finally got. love, you said. yeah.
then comes the knife in the back.

didn't know what you meant, not really.
it's no consolation to either of us
that now i do.

an invisible kite string connects me to you.
that's what i thought. i sat under north
winds and bright stars, connecting dots.
then came a time
i'd forgotten all but your eyes
floating in a sky of the same color.
then came a time
when forgetting wasn't required so when i
i saw you on street that time i
wondered why you thought i'd kill you
when i told you i already had.

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