nevering

Thinking is a Story I

Tightly around the throat
words get disenchanted
the long story of the breathless moment
constantly watched like a movie reel switched on and off
flickering in sleep and waking the birds
the story of you making no-one an expert
at rehabilitation we just know your mistakes better
we just know waiting and waiting apart
is a dull mornings good breath of charity
and beneath me stirs a changed word or hidden
number that adds to the cryptology of dogs and birds
like a lace edge to baffle young boys
into thinking they can destroy themselves over you.

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Thinking is a story
about sleep and the not changed destruction of birds,
each flickering century on your news reel
has the same saf boys lined up for the gunning,
their make-do smiles beyond rehabilition,
their's is the constant morning or waiting for mistakes
and the kisses from stranger that could be
cryptology or another tighter waiting
like words around their throats
and stars above thier lace-edged thinking.

posted by Cathy @ 11:56 AM