Saturday, March 20, 2010

G. Loomis

What lies beneath a laboured breath of hope
when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love

That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips

The angels wept that night

& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me


  1. phenominal honey! That last line really stopped me in my tracks. Look how far you've come with this :)

  2. Very strong language; in the good sense of the word =P