Monday, July 7, 2014

to slowly hoodwink over time

a veiled conversation
whispered through
a hollow wall

echoing

I hear it all

rooms shift
to new spaces
filled up
by a thousand faces

off, off to the
daily races
hurrying wistfully
to new places

behind the
cracked
and faded wall

I hear it all

a thousand faces
and garbled words
all at once
become absurd
things I
wished I'd
never
heard

I hear it all

then the wall
it crumbles
and I fall

under the weight
of your thousand
faces

No comments:

Post a Comment