an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Monday, August 01, 2005

thirty minutes of previews

by whitehorse

we were sitting in the theater
i had saltwater for veins
i was consumed by the pictures
two stories tall and unashamed

i hade saltwater for veins
and my heart was like a giant
two stories tall and unashamed
i was breathing in the silence

and my heart was like a giant
but my feet stuck to the floor
i was breathing in the silence
with a red exit above the door

but my feet stuck to the floor
and my hands stuck to your waist
with a red exit above the door
and i was just focused on your face

and my hands stuck to your waist
we were sitting in the theater
i was just focused on your face
not consumed with any pictures

1 Comments:

At 11:37 AM, Blogger localpoet said...

so good.
excellent use of format
i can never get these sort of poems to make sense

 

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