Saturday, July 14, 2007


I am senseless
meaning nothing,
only a ruin,
a place where rumble falls
a cobwebbed wall.

Sometimes I am me,
other times I see me
outside of me.

I remain frozen inside
an egg, a block of ice
a timepiece of my mind.

Reflect not on this,
do not play tennis in the wind
do you fancy a look into my eyes
you naughty little miss.


mClay said...

I love your poetry, can I link to you?

ragingplanetfire said...

go ahead link away