the red box

i have this thing for trees
seems i’ve unknowingly opened
the red box again
witlessly inviting people
and things i don’t want in

it’s not need,
it’s the response.
it’s the prettiness, oh
and instant gratification
and temporary warmth

but what about tomorrow
my lack of steep will distracted
by fantastic tiring intros
crafty niche corner
that begs the light of my eye

the new moons are in
glowing in forbidden reflection
hanging on a rack of sky
still somehow sparkling
winking, and flirting
and you know every time i’ll buy

sit under a beautiful tree
and open the red box again

(c)Seven, 20071123

Posted by admin on November 23rd, 2007 | Filed in Poetry, Poetry 2007 |

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