Thursday, December 03, 2009

Elevator Gothic #2


Words take an elevator from up in our head

down to our mouth and become things we’ve said.


Sometimes words get off at the wrong floor

and we’re left speechless wishing we’ve said more.


A girl can’t be afraid of getting on elevators with me

because upstairs words don’t get lost. And there’s music and tea.






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Elevator Gothic





















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