March 18, 2008

would you were mine

premature death of 
a chance
an opportunity
a dream
running away
with popcorn trails
stringing behind me,
hungry forest fowl
picking at the remnants of
broken ambition 
and abandoned enterprise.
a fine funeral cortege:
death of a romantic.

1 comment:

sandro said...

i want to f@@@ your a@@, you pretty little @@@@@.
i hope you know what to do(you know when), because i sure do.