There you lay bright as death
cold and blue
Angelic eyes cracking the window
you move
our eyes cannot touch
yours are closed and mine are open
Its no fair exchange for you to look out and let nothing in
you fall again
your messianic pose strewn across the madonna couch
The snow fell but it didn't stay
Somehow it turned the couch and you and everything blue.
These sham winters and false springs leave us could and wet.
They freeze our hearts and melt our heads.
Liberal Theology, Liberal Politics
5 years ago
2 comments:
This, I like. Blessings.
This is really good Tyler.
You're really close to to having some kind of free form rhythm. Its gets kind've rough inbetween [yours are closed...madonna couch.]
Even you're title is pretty tight.
Nice.
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