Thursday, November 29, 2007

I am melting

I have been longing for the candy air

That once tasted so sweet

To me

Of lilacs and cut grass and rain


I cannot turn off my brain

The clickity clack clickity clack

Wheels turning all the long night and all the dragging day

I smell smoke

And the hint of a winter killing frost

The taste of burning

Does not go away

I am melting

Like the wicked witch of OZ

Slipping lower and lower

A puddle on the floor

Anticipating the fiery sun star

To boil and then evaporate


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