Tuesday, June 16, 2009

distillery towers go up and you run away. dew settles and rust puddles. the sun goes down and is chased up by tire yard rooster calls.
34% of a lifetime later. the alcohol has rusted through the towers north and northwest framework. you chase after the one you ran away from.
should you stay .in. the stolen shopping cart the crippled fire escape the mattress surrounded by studio lights the blood stained bus the plague filled 5th story room.
the problem is/was/will be.
'you never understood love'

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