Thursday, September 16, 2010

Piano Player




Piano Player


to collapse into the defects
of a boiling sea moonstruck and impatient
to run my hands over dust heaven-hewn.
to pull my ears out and not quiver at the sound
of your name.  to walk to the end of the world
enter a bar and shoot myself in front
of the brave man you are.  I want
to want to love you, but I won’t.

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