it's the kind of peaceful that lasts an afternoon
we've got storms
rolling in by five
what can I tell you?
you try like you've got a
watertight reason, sleeping secure as adventures drain from you
and why
did you inform me
that the flying I did when I was a kid was with wires at my
waist
and not with wings or antigravity
expected to develop additional
powers by the time that I was twenty-three
and I do not fear you, you're
just a spook in the woods
and I don't go there anymore, not much to see
there, no no no
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the end
it's
hard to tell that you are fading, hard to tell that you are fading
it's
the
kind of road that spites the outward bound
puts their minds on what they've
left
what can I tell you?
you read like a book with every third page torn
out and left on a shelf
icicles sliver the remaining sky
viewed
through frost laced window panes
maintaining vacancy
the outward signs of
contained life are slowly dripping away
and I do not fear you, you're
just a spook in the wings
and the lights are washing you out
and I do not
fear you, you're just a spook in the end
hard to tell that you are fading,
hard to tell that you are fading
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook
telling me
that I can't have my dreams turn out the way I want them to
be
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the end
hard to tell that
you are fading, hard to tell that you are fading
you're fading away
sPook
BacK
copyright 2003 daniel s.
zimmerman