the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, September 6, 2010


My trust funds are combustible,
I am a liar with a streak.
My lies leak across the table,
A deck in every suit to mask the joker.
A hushed spark of laughter in the library,
I keep my studies in a matchbook
With every trial and error lesson taught,
Fought for with guns cocked
And caressing match heads on the box.
I'd singe the tips from recognition
If I wouldn't feel a thing.
This blind hope was a candle
To burn ambition in gasoline.

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