little pig does poetry
Ad 2:
2003-04-13 08:55:23 (UTC)

Knot Lost

Grayness clamps onto clouds
like unwanted skin;

the field, an unlit platform,
stages their death with delight.

I watch from the cemetary
grass, body contorted,

imagining your sun-shaped figure
gracing the stage unexpectedly,

and then lowering yourself
enough for me to grasp.

But your destination of choice
multiplies the air between us,

leaving me with an unending show
as I unconsciously repeat

Goodbye to you, Balloon.