Saturday, June 18, 2005

Chick.

The spear-shaped heart could move.
A little under taught, and a bit too cool.
And could flow with the numbers.
Always the numbers.
Once the story was told you could hear the call.
Never gonna get me.
Never get us.
And the snows from places too far away to see
Still covers the bodies and the grass and me.

4 Comments:

Blogger Sugar said...

ooh baby..you've gone all poetic and slushy...are you in lurve???? *wink*

June 18, 2005 at 6:14 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

You think you are so cool...

June 19, 2005 at 4:59 AM  
Blogger BM, The Necessary Movement said...

oh those damn numbers.

I don’t think there is a correct formula. but then again people base their life’s work on code.
What would I know?

June 20, 2005 at 8:19 AM  
Blogger transience said...

oh, i liked this. it gave me that deep, tingly feeling.

June 20, 2005 at 9:35 AM  

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