Sunday, January 31, 2010

Ta-ta for now.

To speak- length. 
Not taken,
not

undone. 
Intersect, maybe
not. Intercede it,

yes.  Post it. 
Please laugh.
Please

ease. 
This vacuum. 
Hurts with chill. 

Heats with something. 
In time.
Bye.

2 comments:

William Keckler said...

I love cognitive/spiritual process poems. You do them so well.

Rachel Andrews said...

thanks!

Ahh, my washing machine is sounding like a machine gun...