Connotations and Undertones

j: heaven is worthless without the people you love.

we watched it burn from the roadside,
the hills alive and snarling, paper claws sweeping at the
galley of faces turned towards

the malformed skeleton of an apartment complex.

we wondered how midnight could be so bright,
the begging moon rose as we opened our mouths,
but no words came out.

without meaning to, all our sentences end

picked apart by smoke and vultures;
we hated it but could not avoid the fire, offering stones
like prayers, on a cold october night.

- san diego / 2003




Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 00:11

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