the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Where Our Chistmas Lights Hang

It was textbook.
It was the best book I had ever written.
The truth came back,
Not so driven.
My hope grows in carbon
And my vices, they burn.
I have made my mistakes,
Yes, I've made my mistakes.
And as I age,
I've learned nothing,
And my body still aches.

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