the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Your Identy Is Safe Here

There was no Superman, but Waldo came late.
I'll keep in 6/8 if you can find it in time,
Acoustic beatbox over an indie bass grind.
He played her guitar under the pear tree
That took up a pocket of silver moonlight
Before losing the fight and then going to sleep.
We are related by virtue of the card and the cup
From Alpha to Zulu with the Foxtrot,
Strictly vinyl, scratching my itchy skin.
A warm summer night so honeycomb sweet
Coats over my skin, calling bloodsuckers less known.
So go on, tie your cape into the prettiest bow
To rest on your head while you sleep yourself home.

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