sought to define
She always seem to be
a step ahead or day late and a dollar short;
one of those girls
that can lure beautiful men into her bed
though never do they tarry long.
They were only crushings anyway, yet once
upon dream she fell
(those golden boys having spoiled her well)
and twilight mixed
with madness kissed her lips and the sun
became the moon.
For a brief beat she knew,
she stepped in time with the world, bathing
in moonshadowed pools.
Then as always she began
restless in the limbo pacing, thirsting
for the object of her affection, of her desire
and sought to define.
July 11, 2007 - Wednesday
a few bits missing
I admit to distraction
even leaning back
letting my head loll
on the pillow listlessly
my mind takes stock
finds a few bits missing
moves on toward
Shakespeare having
fallen on the floor.
