Friday, July 2, 2010

Gyotaku


you paint me red
with your bristles
and tickly stanza's
of old keys
and doors that
could love them
you print me
on blank paper
now i'm bigger than me
bigger like you
tuck me in the cream
pages of your book
and carry me
and I'll be so pleased
bursting inside
like tiny starry fireworks
that will never
be swallowed into
empty space
or open sea

2 comments:

Such a silly thing said...

Oh, habits die hard.... and you're my worst one. And you're my all together best one.

Bella Discounts said...

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http//:www.belladiscounts.blogspot.com

and

http//:www.genesisofsubject.blogspot.com

thank you

xoxox