Friday, March 25, 2005

grey out

flashes of memory
that tell a story
pieces of present
that verify the plot

wash the dirt
that makes you itch
have a drink
to ease that twitch

carried away
into the night
i'll come up for air
in the morning's light

i shudder and shrug
what's done is done

still i am wary

do not go

do not put yourself there
leave an out
stay out
don't doubt
maybe shout

ksirisk

keep betting
and you'll lose