letters to the blindmen - 1994
to whom it may concern
to whom it may concern midnight call from a hazy phone booth somewhere in seattle dez is high again on sambuca and coke i'm looking out the window at rain and falling whispers it's spring again though i never thought it would be doubt saw me through another winter not much has changed i'm still captive to old habits and strangers' whims time and shame gnawing at my moulding wings still scared and wanting to fly only the ignorant bliss of a casual beloved breaks the tedious silence of fright i am suddenly thankful for this twopenny boozebottle affection i cradle dez's drunken voice as i caress my broken wings grateful for the distraction as i feel the weight of each feather one by one drop to the floor
Posted on décembre 20, 2001 01:56 PM-=-=-=-=+=-=-=-=-
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