Wednesday, April 28, 2010

April 24 [untitled]


The words that cannot be said

bed down with things unspoken,

exchange a knowing wink,

an elbow nudge.


They live on the edge

slip in when we least expect

and then back out again.


The words that cannot be said

hang like ghosts, cobwebs,

the opposite of oases,

they add nothing,

take away all.

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