Wednesday, February 11, 2009

well-rounded bulbs

this is for you sweet dark hair
in the world we deserve it's written in paris

you're sitting by the window
playing with a clever design

i just want you here next to me
on my left, pointing, explaining

down below, the whispered wandering streets,
normal, as ever, normal

but not for us, for us they
they are all pictures waiting to be taken.