oh the possibilities of a love left to wait.

i prefer the sober moment of dazing over ur shoulder
knowing theres nothing there
feeling insecure about tomorrow
cuz even 15 mins from now is uncertain
im searchin for a tempo that wont scare me
hopin for a motive when the smoke clears and the air is grey
still waitin and chasing petals of flowers down pavement
the engraved scent of your whisper against my cheek
i speak with lack of knowing
but i speak for keeps
with heaps and piles of growing
lots of ground underneath my feet
a subtle sense of comfort
when theres silence bouncing off the walls
the door keeps swinging open letting u in
and i keep thinkin what could go wrong?

oh the possibilities of a love left to wait.

...

clock turned inside out

gears bleed rust

they need us to be still

the nimble mind that follows used to care too much for sin

but within these cold walls i call her summer

with green light trees sending salt from the sea

to my tongue as i tell her

she is all that i bear

© 2009 Katherine Williams

...

take me to planet telex

in fact let me tell you this

i am a writer

with no scorn for any word or prose

except the limited

the lacking

the censorship over killed

i dream in high definition

with a persistent cough that scratches the walls of my throat

i can tell you this without jest

i am one who creates life and death through scriptures

verses that leave me hoarse and without remorse

well i get the picture

i get the picture.

©2009 Katherine Williams

take me to planet telex

welcome

welcome to words for keeps!

welcome