October 15, 2007 at 9:25 pm (poem)


red on red
running down
a change of the pattern
right into the flesh
the adaption to
a new perspective
yet it’s the old
only colder.



afternoon’s worn out shine
a nice way to wrap up gloom
yet so inefficent.

the seconds keep falling apart
into tiny bits
of misconception.

good will is out
hunting for the secret
of putting bliss into a smile
and pushing the darkness away.

tomorrow there’s this change predicted
sunlight and no rain
but does this mean anything to us
we’ve got the clouds right in our heads
made of tiny fragments
of evaporated doubt.



  1. Leitha said,

    Liked the picture of clouds formed of evaporated doubt… seems like a possible explication for this… feeling… to me

  2. lisra said,

    You are welcome : )

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