Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Day 792: transit

burn me to your wings
i want to take flight on the flight of your disaster
hang myself to your gravity
and your resistance to all other laws
this is the kinda of poem we dont write cuz the shit aint ready
and it dont make sense
but you are flying over the pacific
so something has to come out of you
even in this darkness
you cannot stop trying to write through it
who else will remember for you
how to finish
what you have begun

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