Well
tick tick
I wonder
thoughts trickling down the cool drain
out the pipe
into the river
down down down
Filling into the sea
Diluted with salt water
Hot
Yellow hot sun
Cycling the ideas back into the mix master
Three crashes, maybe a fender bender
We should be more careful
If only they knew what was to come that morning
that same morning they drank recycled water in their dark brown coffee
Waking up with something
Something abstract.
Smile with rotten teeth and Nicotine gum
"I love you"
Holes drilled with decay in homes
Writhing
Scratching to the top
America, I am you.
 ThisUserNeverExisted · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 08:30am · 1 Comments |
