Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Nails

How many tempters must you have
so many suitors comprise the salve
you smear in wounds
of paradise lost
of star-crossed souls
of compounded costs
of tallying tolls
of crashing the gates
of wretched shoals
becalmed in the straights
of narrows
of nemesis
of nevers
of nativity
of needing
of nails
nails
nails.

2 comments:

Minx said...

I really like this one.

wyethhouse said...

have you set this to music? it has great flow and somehow listening to bon iver alongside it gives it even more movement and meaning. btw, thanks for the introduction to bon iver. i'm hooked.