Tuesday, February 27, 2007

killing thoughts with witty remarks

roaming with a shadowed mind down lonely desolate runways, just killing thoughts with witty remarks, hoping to fly away, trying to shake the jester who laughs in my ear, his insistent prattle to inane, to just close the door, my memory banks full of regretful materiel, more then enough to fill his jar of comedy,falling back to deep banks this time seep and sand, remembering cold oceans and endless views, a wildness that slaps that laughing mess and wakes me out of that grit and sense watered eyes and empty heart, i rear myself up a new day calls and my time in regret is shallow. thank you world for the sense of adventure the only thing that’s free to us all

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