Friday, April 08, 2005

Passing Touch

Sweet whispers taunt and beg.
Day falls again for the night.
Smooth cool winds carry the wraiths around the city.
Bending in doorways to catch the sights.
Letters and numbers give way to touch and feel.
Less thinking.
More thoughts.
A peaceful understanding that the time is finally here.
This is one of those busy moments of nothing.
One of those times where stillness is exertion.
And the night is coming.
With its whispers.
Sweet and dead.


Blogger Jimmy said...

I have a feeling that you and my friend James Taylor (not the famous singer, but a singer as well, and a really good one at that!) would hit it off really well. Now if I could only get James to set up a blog or something....

April 8, 2005 at 3:38 PM  
Blogger Sugar said...

"....this is one of those busy moments of nothing..."
Pure f*ckin genius Rex babe!
Rock on big guy!

April 9, 2005 at 5:32 AM  
Blogger De.vile said...

amen. totally neat, no wait, awesome poetry n i aint lying. it totally is good.

April 9, 2005 at 11:47 AM  
Blogger kAt said...

That was good. I like your new pic, but this is better.

April 10, 2005 at 4:46 AM  
Blogger Kezza said...



April 10, 2005 at 4:43 PM  
Blogger themadamefiles said...

sigh. So beautiful - you really know how to put that shit into words... Sigh...

April 12, 2005 at 2:28 AM  

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