7-29-08

here I lay at err from anxious hanker.
The same ghost that bewilders my dreams, my memories.
The entrant that sets my motions ablaze ....
only leaving me down agasp

still here, i lay at err from extreme hanker.
only hoping my heart concords with my brain.
To peer, in a short glance,
where my eyes can make love with the bloom that he is
forever,
to have been entranced within my breathe and frosted time.

yet still me lay as if a coma, at err from extreme hanker.
A well organized spew of spiders (thoughts)
creep in as twitchs...
laying boxes of titanic size,
only to crawl back out again.
sudden thoughts of respect to get
if only i desist thy pensive throne!
But, the thought of stepping off the cordial cloud
thrashing unto thou's icey doom
SWARMS and CHASES ME! leaving me to appose,
the very thoughts to persue you.
Try I may! but my weary feet do no good;
to savor thy



so still I be, incased in frozen ice
a womb, a paresite, a room no less
forever far at err from antique hanker.