to sip
is to not drink
to sip is to be social
the glass in your hand is a prop
to sip
is not to quench
to sip is not to slake
to sip
is
to sip.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Jammed Red Ribbon
The Jammed Red Ribbon
He sees you there
in red.
The whole crowd's in red,
but he knows you.
Red yesterdays,
black ball tomorrows.
That ribbon
that ties our tongues
our hands.
The jammed red ribbon
that strikes the page.
The sad beat of history
shouted black and white
torn up, twisted words
whispered
in the manila yellow dark.
He sees you there
in red.
The whole crowd's in red,
but he knows you.
Red yesterdays,
black ball tomorrows.
That ribbon
that ties our tongues
our hands.
The jammed red ribbon
that strikes the page.
The sad beat of history
shouted black and white
torn up, twisted words
whispered
in the manila yellow dark.
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