clutch
fighting (tooth and nail)
cut open,
frames on (the side of the road)
and
chain smokers
(off the chain)
going
slow, (there), i didn't.
i flung it open.
i saw you
(going by),
holding on, thumb out,
waiting
for me.
(don't hear it) i listen,
wait for dark
to overtake us,
wash
off the things (i didn't like).
i
wait for it to come (to surrender),
wholehearted,
to the white unknown.
it
is the chance (i take).
some things, like nebulas,
you
don't (want) to remember.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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