something from the year 2005...

part 2

"sea nymphs limp placidly across vacant dreams",
a song some refuse to sing...
a word you might play,
strung across your time.
bending coils snap at our backs,
just as regret
is a forgettable four letter word.
bipolar instant- each side collects words for old ears.
and you smile like god is on your side,
like the secret in your pipe is as good as mine.
who am i to ask this question,
water rising higher along my shins,
bearing around the break in the bent window behind,
like a thousand untouched waterfalls
silently carving my space.
what is the question to be asked?
is grey really a color?
did you see my heart?

in all late siberian skies
never have i heard such a sigh.

i am no sunshine today.
and you,
with that rattling laugh,
red tugging at the corners of your throat-
forgive the heavy sky ceiling,
and the blue tones of green.
remember to touch what is around you,
to look beyond the cracked leaves,
and the asphalt over the creek...

i leave it up to you.
to answer the question.

i leave.