A Capulet

a capulet
September 2 2006 at 1:39 AM will no longer be


anything but rose
she thought
anything

didnt want to be there
with your hopes

didnt want to be there
with my heart

to wither and crisp away
alike

anything but rose she
twisted
her hair

waiting for the whistle

another train
away

still rose

miles from where the sirens
called his name

miles from where the river lapped
his lips

miles from where he kept his heart
before she shot it to

the moon

must have looked great
in outer space
away from these crickets and
writers and
scams

bleeding into herself
with words

and nights