Tuesday, September 14, 2010


by Gideon Burton

I cannot trust what isn't hungered for

in time by bodied spirits longing long
for some delivery a way toward
away around a single note a song
sustaining waning past the feigning wrongs
I have indulged beyond an even score
that scrapes its measurings its rusty tongs
a rallentando code that's less that's more
that's evening the twilight's pebbled shore
unsure if silence surf or air is strong
the strength of wanting wanting more and more
a place to plant desires where they belong
inside a trust carved out by weariness
by clarities bestowed by weariness

Photo: flickr - steve took it