so quiet
it's neither
heaven
nor space
it's just high
and you talk to the cieling
play songs
at the wrong speed
blone on blonde
from a giant golden
stereo
until we both
get right off
of our heads
Saturday, November 26, 2005
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2 comments:
Isn't it always though?
:)
Hmmm, I love this style of poetry - great stuff!
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