your blood is the prettiest shade of red

sound of two birds crying

still working this one through. need help!

being with you
reminds me
of the sound of two birds crying
they sit on a telephone wire
and watch all the other birds
in perfect pairs
trace the arc of the sky

i dunno. there's a bit in my head about one bird unable to fly fast enough, the other unable to fly high enough, but i don't know if this says enough on it's own, or if it needs more.

disacticulate

i've become disarticulate
coming apart at my joints
my ability to move
falls
when you aren't touching
my hand
my heart
and i just lay in a pitiful pile
waiting to be swept up
and dumped

(this is just a thought.)

and i knew it was time when
you dropped your pencil and said you
would never pick it up