Saturday, November 15, 2008

all the music

sounds the same to me
when your christmas tree
was big
then small
then empty
then gone
order, chaos, change,
r)evolve
it all sounds the same
to me

it's 2:53

i have nowhere to be
racing the clock
from bottom to
top
the wheels turn the
hands
the hands
type the
keys
like an out of
tune hummingbird
like the
runt
of the
grapevine
life awaits within the next
minute or two
tick
tick

Monday, November 10, 2008