Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Traffic Lights

Foot on the gas
who stayed forever?
shoulder to shoulder.

Let me be sick with your heat,
arriving in the fumes.
Let me end that river

Once more fog
winding all day
he picks up his disguise.

Fading out like an old movie
pulls down the shade
as you are gone.

His heart already pushing over the red routes of other's road map

With blue eyes to the thread
neither bird
nor stone

Let me flutter and drop
Let me cluster and arrange
Let me flow through the same ruined scene

It was a long trip with little days in it
and no new places

Foot on the gas
Who stayed forever?
shoulder to shoulder.

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