voodoo chile ventures

rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

you are not who i am
she is not who i was
looking into the great divide
the open sky
spread like chance
open handed
dance
you are not to blame
for
you
desert speak
in teary eyed dreams
daring the kings
to dance
for
you
because we say goodbye
doesnt mean
the ripples dont stain

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

cryptic... rebirth? shedding old skin?

2/27/09, 1:42 AM  

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