12/29/10 – 12/31/10
north of face
drove through rain to search for a place
drops slide up glass into view
in front of me; in front of you
thought it clever when comparing to
the tears rolling north of your face
i wanted to pretend that it was nothing more
rolling north of your face
but you don’t see the wit
in boys without a grip
but you don’t see the why
in men without tongue-ties
false with best intentions
not what you could deja vu
in front of me; in front of you
lets propose a resolution to
meet in the middle dimensions
but you don’t see the wit
in boys without a grip
but you don’t see the why
in men without tongue-ties