Sunday, October 4, 2009

publicist

baptized in the gloom.
and the lights say, that it's okay
but underneath it all
it might be dark.
and her face has always been the eye
..for a moment..
but i am no longer content with ignorance,
and randy, isn't either.
his dirty smile told me,
that his yellow frames and years of cigarettes were the only things holding back the tears.
and i wish that i could tell him
that my brain is wet as well
and it's mopping up the rainy day
that he left behind.