Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I danced slowly

I danced slowly
By the horses of the twilight
Crested quietly on the greenleaved statues
On thoughts of lovers
Where farmhands lie proudly
And all the patchwork street blaze and sing

I dreamt lazily

I dreamt lazily
By the cocklewomen of the truant boy
Laughing quickly on the blinded lovers
On thoughts of shame
Where lives lie proudly
And all the moonless farmhands hang and live