the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Social Reform (Base Theory)

Little creatures leave bubbles on the surface
That scatter my attention like infinite sands
Blurred by infinite salt within the imminent sea.
We're wearing our collared summertime clothes
And reenacting our favorite parts of the NT;
Our new skin plays with the water tension.
You read me like a book, I read your reviews...
Who knew a champion could sit so far away?
Coy with a baseball bat
And lashes that stuck together like gum.
If we're all going to hell
We might as well walk on the sun.

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