notoriety sits at the edge
of leather bound books and charm;
he belongs to the city.
the air swells as fertile lips speak across
wind's tapestry. i can feel him move
in steadybreath, pulling goosebumps
from my skin.
he says he is crazy, i think he must be wrong,
for it is i, who is high-strung
on the sound of the beep, who becomes restless
beneath concrete streets
and casual conversation.
somethings never change.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Across Wires and Wingsong
Babbled by Ca at 7:34 PM
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2 comments to Cher:
Found your blog via CriticalPoet forum...great stuff! nice to find another blogger who posts readable poems...
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I searched for my last name and found your site! We have some things in common... The city we live in, our very unique last name and photography. Are we related?
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