19 Νοε 2009

stood aside

what shall i say
and
where should i see
or
shall i turn away from me


i feel like i am melting
diving into the sea
flying away
like a handicapped bee

wandering endlessly
wanting a drink
feel i could be
the straw from a gin

i wanted to be
the hand in need
but now i feel like
a bass
without one string