the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

White & Red

The last gas is burnt
And the engines stall
I, the captain, announce
Our state of free fall.
Please fasten all seat belts
And return all trays
To their upright positions.
Once burning ambitions
Are now exhausted
From feeding insatiable fire
Triggered by the tripwire
On which I stumbled.
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.

Below they turn to channel five
Weather forecast for those still alive:
"Stay indoors for unheard of sleet;
Propellers and luggage and empty seats."

I just wanted to paint the town red
But what once was encased in my ribs
Is now dead.

3,2,1, impact.
...I'm a heartless son of a bitch.

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