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mahorela — The end of a day
Published: 2007-08-21 03:55:05 +0000 UTC; Views: 217; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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this tarpaper outlooksoiled with beer-bottle sweat
and finger prints drawing treasure maps
into the piles of ash
triangulate exhales with
the lightening rods
on rooftops across the plain
no sense made with this
wrong coin flipped
a hybrid family stands
kicked in the gut
differences are all the same
when the eyeliner is smeared
and peaches bleed across the sky
There are so many shoulders
and I have not enough hands.
the wind sweeps dollups of
misguided laughter into our bones
fueled with a cocktail
of wine coolers and denial
keeping it normal, keeping it
as it should be
precious reminders nailed
into the soles of our feet
while clouds seems to fly past
in fast-forward
these are the credits
to the feature film
of life
tin violins desperately needing tuned
throw gravel into my eyelashes
tear ducts lubricated with defiance
a smile doesn't seem right
yet forced upon me
amoung the present company
and lack thereof.
there comes a point
when photographs are misleading
and the equation doesn't add up
orbs in the wrong places.
there comes a point
where we realize
down the road as years go by
things will remain everchanging
and things will remain the same.
