Friday, April 16, 2010

[at] first

night drinks of life - unwatchful;
from a dawning sky - a despair
of nothing

fills and drifts up.


thoughtless, the water;
catches on the skin;

off my clothing up.


I can only be - only yesterday-
who waits in oldness
all bottled up -

thoughts up.


my mourning in kimono - shut
and I closed up -
unthinking;

my instincts up.

already useless traffic - sky
eyes over - up
bare day falls - up

finished up.


trying so retired
time best - to continue on
but effect;

out - up.


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