Mar 28, 2008
pinned to a dirty hood
the stars in my eyes
fill the night sky
i can taste the salted air
to my left, the reflectors line up perfectly
on the right, the trail to an abandoned shore
dead center, a face
the face of the one i allow to fill me
with those same stars
my body tenses and...
R E L E A S E S
i say good night to the moon
and leave the island intact
i have a penchant for absurd reveries.
& yes, i am cynically optimistic.