He hugs the sharp corners
Like a dying old friend
He parks in parallel
When there's still loads of space
He burns his highbeams
Through thick soupy fog
The sliding door needs oiling
The backseat is as empty
As the photos in his wallet
They are only memories
Like the van full of noone
But himself.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Pinned
And then she broke Or so she said Seamlessly whole, as always. Pinned between the Milky Way and the grave. Fragile new moon But not the Hol...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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