July 5, 2011

these words slip out without a sound
with hesitated awkwardness making pause
i know you've missed me
yet this distance still grows

farther now, yet close between
just one more reach to
take it all away

this telephone cord that binds my ankles,
cutting that all important flow
one more step and i may fall

twisted merriment swimming in swamp water
with that lasting phrase flipping circles in this shallow pond

where does it all stop
and when does it begin?