I've marked the place on the sidewalk
where I'm to fall,
carved with white chalk
and rubbed in deep with the bricks--
it tastes just like the stars.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley
