Wednesday, September 05, 2012

end of the world (poem 5/30)

at the very end of our world
there is a strong, old tree with a rope swing

put there so you can take a bigger leap
over the edge into the emptiness

and go deeper into the black abyss of space
so you can get more star dust in your hair

more, at least, than if you'd just jumped
straight off the edge without the swing

3 comments:

Nicole said...

I love this.

Scatterfingers said...

Good stuff! I like this a lot.

Scatterfingers said...

Now that I think of it, this poem kind of reminds me of this: http://elsewhereindreams.com/wordpress/unsound/