As/Is







8.06.2006


never come back

firescapes
scraping sway
of drunken

it hurts

flies gather
tiny circles
spiraling
create a sphere

there's something
that i wish to contain
there's some thing
that i often wander around
never successfully capture

eating carpet
midnight left
an hour ago
and her words there
hardened
against the window

'never
come back'