Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Night Fishing, Broken Cast
A beer at the end
Of night alone
Is all
I have
To join
The slumber of the slowly
Dying.
"Hook it in the back,
So it can swim
Awhile in the quiet
Water to attract
Its very own
Killer."
Leaving the party early to listen
To voices
Of friends
Mingle behind,
Freezing
The moment when
The finger snaps
The trigger.
Regrets only
Wish for time
Alone,
Without tele-
Vision,
To finally hold
My own
Hands over the
Vicious mouth of
Memory.
Of night alone
Is all
I have
To join
The slumber of the slowly
Dying.
"Hook it in the back,
So it can swim
Awhile in the quiet
Water to attract
Its very own
Killer."
Leaving the party early to listen
To voices
Of friends
Mingle behind,
Freezing
The moment when
The finger snaps
The trigger.
Regrets only
Wish for time
Alone,
Without tele-
Vision,
To finally hold
My own
Hands over the
Vicious mouth of
Memory.
