Sunday, December 5, 2010

so i'm at this bar and...

the plane landed on
the earth like a door
closing and the room
was black except for

your breath and the
bear kept saying your
name over and over

except that wasn't
your name now
was it and the space
heater was telling

me the most boring
story i've ever heard.
"we see or seem to
see…..blah blah blah"

the words coming from
its mouth like a soft
dry rain falling into my
ear where everything

was alive and dying
for anything interesting
an icy runway where
only you are able to land