i could not find muscle in your milk <br /> so i starved until i found out that <br />bread was just as good. <br /> <br /> i could not hide a moth in a whisper, <br /> so i learned to speak loudly and through <br /> things across the livingroom. <br /> <br /> i could not wait for tomorrow so <br />i filled my pockets with yesterdays <br /> and grew gray daiseys in my front yard. <br /> <br /> gray from birth they say, so very very <br />wrinkled and gray. <br /> <br />but you should see them at night <br />how they glissen in the grass. <br /> <br />when all the nocturnal threads have been <br /> counted the moths come out and gather <br /> round my front porch. <br /> <br />flying closer and closer to that celestrial flame. <br /> <br /> illuminated by a seventy five wattt bulb fastened <br />crookedly just above my door.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/front-porch-2/
