Sunday, February 26, 2006

natural bridges

reflections off ice cold windows
light that cant escape
like the light caused
by the friction of road
sick fingers rubbing those
state-line weary eyes
maybe the other side of that
glass is just a story we
tell but we don't believe

so when we make our way on
with divining rods and Adderall
and if everything else is made
of chemicals then i should be too
so don't tell me your wish
or it wont come true
every heartbreak is a miracle
told in ink-stained rhyme
dragging behind
reality yellow dust
and right now now this ocean
is a miracle
and a parking space by
the swings is a miracle
and warm breath on
ice cold windows
is a miracle
when it's better to exploding
than to be free
so


if natural bridges can
crumble into the sea
is there any chance
maybe someday so could we

2 comments:

Lilly said...

.... so damn beautiful

random strings of code said...

it is very pretty, i feel it like the new jersey turnpike