Another Cup of Hormones, Please

there's an inordinate sense of
premature withdrawal
where you say no
before you have to
so that it remains
your decision.

there's a grey polish on your
fingertips
to hide the blood
thats drawn from
ingrown nails

there's a shadow
like drops of water
on a window pane
that are bumped apart
up and down
and find themselves
collecting
and gaining speed

there's a hazy opportunity
sitting at the bottom of
the bottle

there's everything up ahead
that you miss
because you want to go straight so bad
that you don't dare hope for it

there's a word
on black and white
and the empty contrast
is not the beginning
or the end
but all the colors
in between

there's an inch
traversed on the white face
of an unsympathetic
beating
clock
and an inch
on the corner
of a napkin

and all these things
unlike matter and molecules
are broken
and lost to you forever

there's a sweet smelling
crisp bundle
of carbon copies.

Posted by Florence on Monday, June 26, 2006 at 5:27 AM | Permalink