Something I wrote, that I still like.

Friday, July 21, 2006

what i know at night

and i looked up at the sky
the rain fell like toothpicks on my face.
and the buildings stood, still, waiting in line next to me.
i have buried too many friends and not enough memories,
carried too many pens and not enough enemies,
but i listened to the paint peeling on the wet street
and it told me
blood is heavy and falls faster than water.
i lowered my head and leant on his shoulder and knew that
someone was right when they said
that the hands of the rain grow ever smaller as they seep into our skin.



"Got a mouth
insert the hook
reel us in
see you later
chain pulling man."
- Pinback