Tuesday, December 12, 2006

more than this one thing

tearing pell-mell after you past Trop tables, slots, in heels,
heads of security guards whipping but no one stopping us
huge weight on my chest, grasping, wringing, a futile mantra
i wish i wish i wish
there are so many wishes here and mine’s the least of the bunch.
you’re out of reach, not my responsibility; and i’m not your answer.

-- i'm not strong enough --
i tell reilly.
-- yes you are.

and if i die be
fore i wake
i could not swear
(or swim) you see.

12 comments:

Theo said...

Aw jeez, sorry to hear.
Must be the holiday season again, eh?

addon said...

errrr. sounds like christmas shopping to me.

adam

finn said...

i wish christmas were done & gone.

addon said...

yeah finn christmas is a disgusting orgy of consumerism. but i still want a new camera from someone.

adam

Subhangi said...

[sigh]

You're free to raid my dark choc rations whenever you like, so to speak.

finn said...

thanks subh but i think it's beyond chocolate now. have ya got any bushmills?

Subhangi said...

Uh ... if you tell me what they are I'll stack 'em up fer ya.

finn said...

bottles, sweetie.

Subhangi said...

Hmmm ... lets see if I could smuggle these in without getting arrested.

finn said...

fanTAStic.

btw MC-arv posted some pix of our nite of debauchery.

u can c we're feeling no pain. :)
n i hope santa brings me a tee that fits.

Subhangi said...

That you in the jeans & white top showing a sliver of six-pack abs?

Sexy.

finn said...

lubricated.

(so to speak.)