Wednesday, December 31, 2008

but why remember?

balk is deep that cuts across the grainy edge,
that hammers shrill into the stillborn night:
make a powder from the gravel that remains,
mix it well across the steamy sighs of morning.

when the dry times comes you might remember
the small mortared memory, the globules of desire
that were portioned into rations of sense
and warehoused for the yearnings of the dawn.

1 comment:

  1. Why remember? Because the yesterdays make the tomorrows. 'the stillborn night' my favourite of the day *sigh*