...ollie marcos bones...
(beware the fury thereof!)
the edge, beyond the limits, where the trains don't run,
buses make few stops,
see the pay phones, 'checks to cash, and loan,'
is there science here or just clocks, ticking atop all of us?
the nameless, papers or without,
buying poison from the same smiling few,
light heads to loosen tongues,
the remedy: 'someday' ...steady stream...
!botanica!
i am one of those,
once buried in the broken white lines,
asleep in the passenger seat,
lost just west of the sea, we can feel its breeze,
but what does that mean?
two colours in my head,
love or not,
love or not,
love or not,
love.
buses make few stops,
see the pay phones, 'checks to cash, and loan,'
is there science here or just clocks, ticking atop all of us?
the nameless, papers or without,
buying poison from the same smiling few,
light heads to loosen tongues,
the remedy: 'someday' ...steady stream...
!botanica!
i am one of those,
once buried in the broken white lines,
asleep in the passenger seat,
lost just west of the sea, we can feel its breeze,
but what does that mean?
two colours in my head,
love or not,
love or not,
love or not,
love.
3 comments:
hey bud. goooood one!
FLORA!
stoked to hear your next one.
matty.
sweet man
A poet, too? Goodness me.
Nice old-school Eso Charis shirt above, by the way. That made me grin.
Hope you're well, Brother.
in Jesus,
Adam
breathinghope at gmail.com
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