the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Future Perspective from an Eastbound Window

This chaparral,
My chaparral
Is the West Coast's beauty mark
That isn't hard to mark
From a plane a couple miles in the air
When his time away ticks
On my homemade heart attack.

It's the waves goodbye
The bring us right back
And these mix CD's make me just want to stay more
As I look back on what used to be mine
Lost in the shimmer of the California shoreline...

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