Tame

July 9, 2012

In my dreams
I am tucked in Her sleep.
Awakened. Silenced.
In Her fears
She is brought to silenced knee.
A knee to here?
So far from me.
Wet. The streets are soaked.
And the drain is dazed.
Honeyphazed.
A prerecording.
A sonboarding.
A boundary.
A dance space.
In this place, a secret message.
In this family, a tone is set.
Dry rock.
You mean an ice cold precipice
Rock solid can challenge the rights up here.
I have no idea where I am.
Who are you?
Who am i?
Jammin’ the southpaw.
Cheater. Eater. Brother.
Take a seat young man. We’ve the feet.