Poetic leavings
Aug. 6th, 2007 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sickle_storiesWe're just taking turns
holding each other's hands.
Walk me down the hall,
I'll walk you through the door.
***
I closed my hand into a crush
and berries burst in a gush
at the mouth of the river.*
* This last was formed listening to the band Fair to Midland, thinking how it's like Waiting for Godot's Lucky singing, or EECummings on crack.
holding each other's hands.
Walk me down the hall,
I'll walk you through the door.
I closed my hand into a crush
and berries burst in a gush
at the mouth of the river.*
* This last was formed listening to the band Fair to Midland, thinking how it's like Waiting for Godot's Lucky singing, or EECummings on crack.
