11 February 2009

mathew d'abate

Going After The Darkness

raising the black halo
and wearing it like a crown
sitting on
the edge of the bed
staring at the yellow paint

when the night gives no
second prizes

when the shadows are
silver tongued

candles all burnt down
empty beer bottles
no more dreams
last drinks

when you chase dreams
all you will find are

and they will not speak to you
until you know the secret their death.

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