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The Whispering Gargoyles

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2008 by dc

I want nothing more
Than to right my wrongs,
Kiss on a miracle
And fall in love with the future.

I want to conduct sun dials,
Race pigeons at dusk,
Write poetry that changes your mind
And improvises into applause.

I want nothing more
Than simple things,
A sun that sings out new thoughts,
The crest of a wave rising,

But I can’t even rise sometimes,
Paranoia kisses my neck,
Daydreams cackle
And the past starts to multiply stories.

I want nothing more
Than the ceasing of thought
For a minute or two,
Some kind of fog.

I can’t even fathom the truth,
My walk is the stumble of clowns
And the whispering gargoyles were right,
This building is starting to crumble.