Forestry Service Lookout Tower Falling In The Wind
I used to circle dreamers;
read their dying wishes
out loud and fall beside them
crying.
I looked like chalk and paper
sidewalks and lasted for nights;
fell and fought with the best
when i felt like it.
I scrabbled words and dictionary
meanings, left my lungs tied to
two trees and watched the bees
honeycomb my spine.
It was desperate and sad
and everything i felt was
swallowed by indefinite
indefatigable silence.
...but this didn’t last forever.
Nothing ever does. Not because
forever is a long time, but
because, forever is impossible.
by Timothy Conal Carey on Saturday, October 29, 2011
