Sunday, January 13, 2008

"Alone Together"

The night we were alone together
We asked the moon to break the bread;
The two of us yapped, as black as dogs.
I couldn't find the words to tell you:
Talking is feeling for the emotionally inept.

I never liked your damned moon,
Its error driving men to howling
And shining through window blind slats.
You lay there painted like a zebra poised 
For prison, its very crime its ostentation.

We crossed the bridge we burnt behind us;
Look back and even songs won't save us.
Take my hand; don't speak.
Listen for the scraping of tinder:
The sound we make burning together.

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