Friday, May 13, 2005

hitchiking

hitchiked on a sentence gifted
disconnected in an shot glass

crystals gazed out from behind the bliss
blue with black intersections on brown skin
the grey sky crawled inside the slits of my eyes
a strand of breath rested lopsided on a compromising ear
whsipering confessions of a street away from here

Feeling in convoluted emotions
ripping time away from time
tearing it to shreds and walking on glass
now im bleeding to feel alive

Watching the gravel through perspective views
sitting on the edge , slipping off the bed
and climbing back again
the hint of a smile creeping along the sidelines
words coming crawling into my fingers
eyes closed and im dreaming again

meghana