Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

September 18, 2015

HOW THEN THE HEAVENS POURED

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 9:24 am

Should I get older

I recognize me,  more blind,

Crinking my neck back, there, as

I look up at the cliff terrace

And A windowed hideaway behind,

Not so unapproachably high,

Fixed over our Pacific, finally,

That we thought might couldn’t be.

Hard rain, hell, wept down a wet

that mixes well w/regret, on my shirt

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2

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One can look past all our four shoulders

From inside the glass wall

On the backside of our Adirondacks

And maybe just make out

What we’re watching and talking about.

A man closely following his own footsteps

The long stretch of the shore,

But looked up at the both of us,

Here Hand in hand, and how then the heavens poured.

2 Comments »

  1. Reminds me of Radiohead tune “A Reminder.”

    Comment by egbertstarr — September 19, 2015 @ 9:05 pm


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