Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Slow Constant Burn

My stomach wrenched card castle
is flaming down around us
The phoenix is dying.

There's no space
time
words
Just this endless journey.
Run.

One year of poetry undone
in one heartless sentence
Birth hurts.

I want you
but I can't hold you
Slow constant burn
We're learning to fly.

1 comment:

PXE said...

Are you stupid? Why are you smiling at a breakup poem? Is that funny? Your stupid. There, I answered my own question. Go die in a fire.