get some sleep
fall thoroughly
catch a ride
on a dream
watch the tide
...floating free
down
float up
look up above
and you'll glide
and you'll gleam
and thoughts will only be
clouds that you can see
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Dear America, let us continue this blog
COLORADO
faded yellow, we overtake
the smatterings of grey
the skylines say things
so sublime we're shivering
even in this 90 degree heat
the mountains to the west
are getting taller & we
are becoming shorter, the
closer we approach their shadows
Blink and you'll miss us
I know I'll miss you
I hope you'll miss me
I wish I were sky
TEXAS PAN HANDLE/NEW MEXICO/DENVER, CO
Texan sunset
cheap motel
frightened rain
dead volcanoes
misty mountains
1.30, Denver, drive
forever, around
arms length
entwined
I would fall for you,
I would fall all the way down this mountain
to sleep next to you at the bottom
WYOMING/HELL
Bombs on diesel trucks,
tanks of radioactive dust
windbreakers, wind turbines
blue black spike scrub
barely a soul to speak or shout
through hills & flats
this is Wyoming,
East to West
TEXAS FROM ABOVE/QUILTERS SEE ALL THIS
Not enough was said between us
although we spoke for nine days straight
and saw the best and worst of each other
and indeed the United States of America
we made promises to never again use full-stops,
the clouds from above are trying to cry
my entire life will remember this time
faded yellow, we overtake
the smatterings of grey
the skylines say things
so sublime we're shivering
even in this 90 degree heat
the mountains to the west
are getting taller & we
are becoming shorter, the
closer we approach their shadows
Blink and you'll miss us
I know I'll miss you
I hope you'll miss me
I wish I were sky
TEXAS PAN HANDLE/NEW MEXICO/DENVER, CO
Texan sunset
cheap motel
frightened rain
dead volcanoes
misty mountains
1.30, Denver, drive
forever, around
arms length
entwined
I would fall for you,
I would fall all the way down this mountain
to sleep next to you at the bottom
WYOMING/HELL
Bombs on diesel trucks,
tanks of radioactive dust
windbreakers, wind turbines
blue black spike scrub
barely a soul to speak or shout
through hills & flats
this is Wyoming,
East to West
TEXAS FROM ABOVE/QUILTERS SEE ALL THIS
Not enough was said between us
although we spoke for nine days straight
and saw the best and worst of each other
and indeed the United States of America
we made promises to never again use full-stops,
the clouds from above are trying to cry
my entire life will remember this time
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