Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A Tired Girl in Norwich



Eyes floating like goldfish
Saying I don't know what
Blinking for air
Thinking aside.

Time goes like watercolor waves
Suspended like prayerflags
For a bed of my own.

Love happens just as life does
In spurts and sparks
And moves and moves
Constantly shifting
Redefining.

Eggshells cracking
Letting go of the reigns
She winks
Disassociates
Turns off the light
And readies for slumber.

The ticker of her mind
Goes through it's usual motions
Check-lists
Would haves
Should dones
Better ifs
Gears and cranks and locks and keys
Anything to rid her of the present chatter.

Wishes and wants
Travels and round the bends
Insects and darkness
Patterns on the ceiling
Shadows on the wall.

Oh how the innerworkings
Finally give way
And the earth spins round
Ever so gently
Tucking her in.

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