Friday, 10 July 2015

Inter-State Peppermint

Gaze Up At The Heavens,
Those Little Plastic Boxes,
Down Here Life Went Missing,
And It All Comes Back To Those In A Piece Of Cake...
Some Days... Lift Blue Eyes To Witness,
Other Days... Blink AWay That Wetness,
Too Many Days Have Come And Gone,
And Skin Only Lasts So Long...
Not Starving Yet Hollow,
Fed Dry To The SkyLit Shallows,
Absurd And Obsolete To Wear Those Masks That Hang,
ALone With Hands AWare...
So Now To Autumn For Heat's Last Grasp,
Long As Those Roads Where Trees OverLook,
Passing By Like Phantoms Of Dawn And Dusk,
Left To Cut Through With Limbs Lost.

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