Words crumbled like biscuit
in your mouth, plastering
you with dust that made you sick
of yourself. You are ready
for the rope, wishing
they were yellow ribbons instead.
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3 comments:
They are particularly obsessive these poems, I think they want to be so and in this way they can be enjoyed.
Hi, thanks for visiting and readying. Yes, I meant them to be obsessive...working towards the rope. Glad you enjoyed.
Oops, sorry, I mean "reading" not "readying".
BTW, I've added your website to my circle of friends, and will be visiting soon :-)
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