my face on the cold linoleum
a white rabbit hops around me
cheerfully, more coming in
through the crack of the door
from the light into the dim lit room
dark blotches on the white
like blood splatters
that was before you ran cold water over my wrists
even before raindrops came out of your mouth
like words of poetry
Are you looking for someone to save or complete you?
ReplyDeletePerhaps I am off, but I read that in what you have written.
mmm i am already saved, i wrote this poem for my savior :) he liked it a lot and said i should publish it. which i di here :)
ReplyDeleteIt is what ever you see in it for you. It has no real meaning, as in i am trying to write something, nevertheless it will reveal some of my subconscious. These where just separate images i experienced, strung together
if you are mr. anonymous that i know, these images came to me while half asleep on the hospital floor, staying overnight with our dear friend
ReplyDeleteI am mr. anonymous who you do not know, athough I have a sense you may have dream images about knowing me.
ReplyDeleteNot erotic dreams- was thinking of stimulating dreams, that when awaken, you will yourslef to back to sleep and to that special dream
hold fast to those dreams
for when your dreams die
your life may feel like you will never fly
pretty cheesy I know