Friday, November 7, 2008

A Death's Welcome

Your name is written on a frosted forgotten window
Love weathered finger prints trace frail memories.
There was a Gentleman in crisp midnight black
massaging whispers of comfort
into your reluctant Writhing body
his kiss was given flight while you turned to watch it soar.
sleeping only in other peoples shadows
lip syncing other dreamers dreams
Your branded with a tattoo from a magazine
A purple jester mocking your lack of imagination.
Waltzing now away from regret
gleaming silver penny Loafers glide over a glass bottom ball room
looking down your time line dares you to lock eyes
instead you twirl with a indifferent stranger
His face a hollow chiseled fantasy
fading away like you gained form.
Meek mouth less children tug at your baby blue flannel shirt
Seeking to guide you down a dark descending staircase
You kiss a wish into the frosted window
Then slide your finger over a already forgotten name
erasing an existence that never existed.


MartininBroda said...

That's great. (Don't look at my blog - it's German).

Steve's streaming thoughts said...

Thank you, I totally looked at your blog the kind of person where if you tell me not to do something it makes me want to do it more.