tigermilk:
but i was waving flags at nothing
you were digging holes with claws
into the atmosphere
i saw halos and thunderbolts around you
i think you saw a wilting flower
buried in my soil
- the flower that casts no shadow,
and we,
we would have like to've understood,
but the moon was bright, you
felt like dancing,
and it really didn't matter at the time
i wanted a mast to hang my flags on
you wanted some mass to blame your
life on, the
pills i took they never shook me so hard
we were listening to the radio,
you know i must entomb my thoughts with-
-noise,
it was everything but perfect
but i had already decided to sing along
there was a picture of your father
with my reflection in the glass
and as you tossed, your pretty sleeping
roughly scraped a memory into my-
-thoughts
Poem By:
erik chapman
