Thursday, January 19, 2012

Beyond reach

Memory, wicked lemonstone
Squeezed into bones
During night they climb escalators
Speeding up speeds them down
Cannot leap, the top beyond reach, always end up
At the bottom deepening itself
Beneath the weight of my lemon squeezed feet
Tripping over twigs, trees grow underground
Remember something beyond reach I know sometimes when 
Waking up beyond when