the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Late Night Medical

I lightly packed a book bag full of snacks
That neither of us could ever stomach.
We were going on an adventure,
A vacation in surrealist claymation
With cracks in the sidewalk,
Cracks in the sky I held not to shatter.
When I had wished the world a little flatter,
I thought I'd left Guernica somewhere in you,
But your ocean ran a deeper blue.
I wish I only knew, dear,
I wish I only knew how to help you.

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