Thursday, December 08, 2005

disabled verterans day parade float

little innocent day dream
friends of death and indulgance
promise to fall apart giving me somthing tragic to look forward to
and i really don't mind any of this

rain stained sidewalks
cigarette butts
bottles cans and notebooks
broken teeth split fingers
the dirt and blood that won't come off

holding my boarding pass white nuckle tight
the land of coal and iron and desert sand spread out before my tearful eyes
i've waited so long to have nothing to lose
i could chew glass and vomit peace of mind for a dollar and change a quart

he sees me off
i kiss his lips and he gives me a copy of the old man and the sea
kindling for future fires

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