the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Burning Your Earnings

The grandest projection will always be flat,
Like the soda that sat out in open air;
You only wanted its liveliness to breathe
Into the rest of the world,
I thought you were done with your drink,
Out to debate with Aristotle.
Your words have the complexity of double-sided tape,
So I took it for face value and set the money aside.
Pretty girls will all have their tiny watches,
But I promise you they will never have the time.

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