Poems from ens13
((We're hanging here by our nails and our toes
while the lights flash red and the feeling goes.
We're hanging here in the space between...
While the iron's still hot and the stove is still lit,
while the birds still sing and the neighbors still fit,
while the sun is still...
Come gather 'round the flick'ring lights
of wood and heat and time;
come listen to the soft still voice of
days long gone and evenings...
The night was dark and the ground was cold
the day the rocks shifted and shook in their place,
breaking up buildings and streets and cars...
I wish you would know to love yourself
before you learn to love the boy down the street
with eyes like gems too easily broken.
I wish...