I Like This
I bet this decorative circle tastes like that
weird, fake bubble gum flavoring
used in children's mouthwash.
I bet this decorative circle tastes like that
weird, fake bubble gum flavoring
used in children's mouthwash.
It seems like most people share their birthdays with a big celebrity or a moment of historical significance. Every time I look up events that occurred on my birthday, all I get is: "David Eisenhower writes his last sports column". Maybe that's important to some, but to me, it means nothing. My birthday is August 26th 1977 and until now, I've been searching for something of TRULY GREAT IMPORTANCE that occurred on that date. Well... I found it. THIS was created:
Went driving out in the country today.
I got pretty far out there and stopped to take some pictures.
It seems like everytime I pull the car over and step out to look around
a random, passing truck will also pull over to ask me what I'm doing.
I suppose if I had my own land far away from the busy bubble of the concrete world
I'd be protective of it, too.
Someday.
(Just not too far away, because I do like having friends)
he threw up his hands
but it did no good.
threads of sun
still made their way through the window,
feathering his fingers.
feathering her eyes.
and it was there
in the white of the flare
that along with his own body
he watched his paramour disappear.
he had met her in that very same place
only a year ago.
and now,
they were side by side
as the grate of the world above them
shredded their tread
leaving them with the pinprick realizations
that their hands would not close,
their legs would not bend,
and their ability to
fight the world
had been
lost
completely.
and so they were left
frozen.
there in the sunlight.
together
with nothing
but a breath
of dust to spin.