the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Revive The System!

On a charter bus back home
Fading westward into the night,
The girls were being mean
Just as they always are.
There was dirt under my nails
Unfinished business left in a river,
All turning into rust, human red.
It was our last time out of our element
But still in the same family,
A chemistry called intimacy from laces crossed.
The future on a present string, the memory's not lost.

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