Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Roads like Pythons, Water like Ice

on four wheels with our senses dulled,

we leave the place where the rocks

are as smooth as porcelain skin

and the water breaks our high

jumps from rock to rock,

praying to make the leap.

too fast on roads too narrow

at least one of us knows where we're going

some sing along

some sleep it off

where to now?

but this is all I ever want

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