Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Save Tonight

Slap yourself silly
And a hut somewhere
Far away
Fell down
But you’re still
Sitting on the bed.

Albeit a bit red.


2 comments:

overturned blue shoe said...

I don't know, what you intended, but every time I read these lines, with a different pause or a different tone, I find a new meaning. It's beautiful.

Goldbug said...

that's one of the nicest things you could have said for a poem that's almost not a poem.