you are a fool for the figures of beauty.
walk the painted line,
walk for painted love,
watch your heels sinking
into flaking facades.
you will try to write the saddest words,
rearrange them in chemical disarray;
draw your distance,
for honesty is still
your greatest weakness.
but if you keep on moving,
you will feel yourself breathing-
and that will do,
for the time being.
Created: Jul 17, 2010Document Media