the noisy train story
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Malus, that is, traced stars, or for the earthly, a different set of apple trees. (I think I see Ryuk - HAND ME YOUR DEATH NOTE, YOU STUPID DEATH GOD) Apples and stars, aligned, forsaken gravity. Oh, arrowheads.
Simple, box of memories, taped into permanent containment
Fly away, be not wary of hinges and fringed slices
Lose the Pandora
Lose the strand of ragged hope
Encircle the clouds and drop red tears
Draw the new line
Black and striped,
Lengthen no more, and become.
Swish, swish, swish, swish..
smiled at the sun again @ 7:21 PM,
