Balm Aid, Discarded Clothes and The Deepest Scars By MD Tasker

Balm Aid

Red auburn porcelain Fire freckled Luxuriousness Quick to spark You own the room, light and dark Blue moon eyes Drink in speaking mouths Head shakes sighs Effortless and smooth Wise to lies Caught always, to me, Behind Backs Wood Technology Moving past bubbles Bottles glasses plates Passing through music, din Unconsidered, you smile Your white light Grin

Discarded Clothes

Empty Resting folds Suggest tunnels Faces Open mouths Graceful places Shadow and light Play in time Stuttered echoes Long slow mimes All's physics Absorb entropies Burdens Space distance Shape form Beautify Make beauty Pull the storms That tear Off Garms

The Deepest Scars.

The deepest scars see no light They live, born from gashes Coalescing to closed eyes Stitch marks like lashes Curving to small smiles Or gnarled and wailing Mouths in car crashes Steel glints as eyes slowly close On glass shards and greasy ashes We are these things All we know passes And we Go

Copyright ©2004  MD Tasker

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