Wednesday, October 20, 2010

well,

the 'love' was really nothing more than
a
broken trophy.

her heart,
just kind of a bending
branch.
reaching,
screaming for the
ground.

C'mon relax, baby.
roll back those
shoulders
and spread
those wings. (legs.)

while
the day and the dream lingers
like a thin fog
I
notice where the sun hits
and
where it doesn't ,
handing out shadows like gifts
and giving us our
shady figures,

it's beginning to feel like a
holiday. - maybe.
the neon
open signs down richmond
shine,
guiding stars
fighting through
the thin
lingering fog.

your eyes are open
and you know that
stop ignoring it
embrace it.

stop running away,
you runaway.

the fires been started,
now listen to the dogs fight.

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