the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Thank You, Moools

You look dapper, all buttoned up
In your new coat of independence.
Free to breathe out your occasional
Condescension on those who have
Transcended your coupled plans.
Don't spend too much time
In front of that dusty mirror,
Hoping one day these shirts will fall level.
It's just another trend:
Sperry shoes and cardigans,
Rayban glasses for pretend.
Just ask for the steady breakdown,
The static guitars, the humming drums
That all have nothing to say now.
But the reverb keeps your secrets pronounced,
Until the only notes left fall flat on the ground.

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