Thursday, February 21, 2013

Yesterday's Dance

The evening tastes different.
Look, it's dark. Look, it's pale.
Look, it's strangely soothing.
Ghosts curl together in the stomach
and laugh
Oh! The din. The riot.
A hundred horses gallop.

You are still there, distant.
Still sweet.
So annoying.
A big lump in the throat.
You sing a happy, haunting song.

All things stale and Biprorshee