Tuesday, September 9, 2008

the life back home isn't anything but a fireplace

a few of my brethren and sisters
know
the small-fish town
watering hole
where the beer
is the same
and the
sunsets and fireflies meet dusk

then those that truly get it see the world
the lasting way, by service.
their more noble kind
than myself

the rum and coke, the no sleep eyes
that crash and burn in wheels
of cars they didn't own
and time is coming
for another close
home hit

so the stargazers shoot across
skies in aero planes
of glee then
fade into space
wouldn't let
them
hold me down

captain

a selfish space monkey
freedom does exist
if you don't see
the fence...

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