It was really an ashtray. October 14, 2007
Posted by luckyduck08 in luckyduck08.2 comments
A crystal make-shift candy dish sat
Upon the corner of the old marble table
Possessing a single, gold, treasure-filled wrapper.
The whirls and swirls of deceased finger prints
Were etched safely into the glass.
He died in the bathroom.
The milk jug was cold at first
But lay forgotten at the bottom of the staircase.
She died in her sleep.
No tongue touched a cigarette
But this is a rare crystal ashtray.
Cages rusted in the attic along with her bones;
Her hearts had flown away.
10/3/07 Pinback-Syracuse October 3, 2007
Posted by stephanielmccray in Cupcake.1 comment so far
Lay
Down
Into sand/
Water carries words from tears/
Small
Birds/
Flock to hear/
Tracking Soot
Into our ears…
Cracked air
Heavy lungs/
Pinned our backs
Burned our fears
Took flight
Bound our hearts
To ruins
In ruins
From ruins
I was trying to emulate my favorite band’s lyrics…if you’re interested here is the link to the lyrics for the song..
http://www.lyricsdir.com/pinback-syracuse-lyrics.html
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