Thinking of a Phone Line

I'm a nice guy
with nice ties. Too quick to tie knots
in relation-ships towards a destination seeming like
destiny.

(Imagine if she went by...Destiny)

and how false it would be,
to call her by name
to text her, thinking
I'm communicating with fate,
consummating a communion crazed with coined-tossed characteristics

her words dropping like anvils
deconstructs schisms of the surreal
til everything becomes what they are
and one world exists,
devoid of fantasy


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

2 Comments:

Mike said...

nice.

Tommy D said...

Trying to get it back man; at least longer endurance to maintain enough focus to actually put something out that's completely finished.