Post by Steve on Nov 1, 2005 5:07:59 GMT -5
i will try to forgive
your confusion,
your misconception that their bodies-
poor innocence wandering barefoot in desert-
would spill oil when toppled,
your stubborness that may be a few-
a petal amount in a field of poppies-
would leak onyx liquid into your palms yet.
i will try to forget
his name,
his involvement and influence in my life-
my fist first closed around a baseball in his prescence-
because he toppled too
when you shook the table
rising from dinner.
all your models fell
scattered on the floor,
as a great man said:
"only the dead will see the end of war."
your confusion,
your misconception that their bodies-
poor innocence wandering barefoot in desert-
would spill oil when toppled,
your stubborness that may be a few-
a petal amount in a field of poppies-
would leak onyx liquid into your palms yet.
i will try to forget
his name,
his involvement and influence in my life-
my fist first closed around a baseball in his prescence-
because he toppled too
when you shook the table
rising from dinner.
all your models fell
scattered on the floor,
as a great man said:
"only the dead will see the end of war."