Tuesday, November 23, 2004

gasoline dreams

i am pinned down
as they pour out of the car
like clowns at the circus
can’t chew
or swallow
these perfectly fluent tears
running so fast, like the 50 yard dash
exhausted and wheezing, i am
clutching your sleeve
while your eyes bleed
and you float downstream
holding my arm aloft,
and as i watch it wave a somber farewell,
you let go
it starts to sink, slowly
holding up 2 fingers
a peace sign maybe -
or victory

goodnight, he whispers

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