23 April 2007

Twenty-three

when I became water
if you’d walk on me

then blood
if you'd have a drink

then covered myself
with a tambourine
and slept

3 comments:

Ian Keenan said...

dancer: Carmen Amaya

Ryan W. said...

it's so easy to write poetry

Ian Keenan said...

feast or famine for me, but I try to eat right during the famine