5.10.2007

snake

snake in the grass
see how he slithers

there's a snake in the grass
see how he betrays

your mind changes like the wind
your mood like the faucet

there's a snake in my garden
you're killing the fruit

snake get out of my garden
keep with you the unsent letters

hide it away with your truths
hide it away with your nude beaches

2 comments:

Lucas said...

I love this poem, especially the last stanza. wow.

Camille said...

Hang in there. :)