| cloudwrapdcity ( @ 2007-11-14 18:06:00 |
| Entry tags: | type: poetry, user: cloudwrapdcity |
I haven't written in months and after locking myself out and hours spent in the poetry section of the bookstore, I finally got it out. It felt so good. Like all these pent up energy just suddenly released. This is a really, really rough draft, so feel free to be tough.
I wanted to
trace my finger: through
your stubbles for the rough
back that carried me
as a child;
through the Buddhist chants
for that secret
key to crack open
your belly,
so you can vaporize
to the sky, where I looked
and looked and looked
for you
on the plane home, only
to find you a week later, in the eyes
of my baby niece.
Grandpa, her name is Alex