10.08.2009

Rubber band snap of 
those that strap my chest. 
Heavy heave and sideways glance to 
disguise the mistaken identity. 
Veiled by dimmers and seat belts, 
time leaps into itself over the blue in her eyes. 
You rise up with you feathers and flurry. 
I sidestep and hide lost in buried worry. 
Spacebar blur and sigur slide into sunset. 
I miss the coccoon and the
ripping of my own dear 
sweet silk sack still stalks me. 
Shall I light another cigarette 
(to illuminate my face enough to see out the window)?