Monday, April 15, 2013

somewhere along the pacific coast highway.

plastered walls
prevent us from each other
creating a block
of sturdy pavement
along the cliffside
and around our hearts.
we can't find a reason
to give every breath
away to a stranger
to life naked alone
and in a stream of threads
that we consider love.
so far to fathom any future
because the road was
never constructed
now the past is over
grown with twisted
grass & other
chaos that is mother
she knows the fate of
our destruction
the power that she

december 16 2012

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