Sunday, April 10, 2011

the unbearable flight-ness of fleeing

or, seeing
through windows down, speeding
trying to run out of everything:
money, fantasy, patience, oil, water.
i could build a painting
or a kaleidescope,
or a misanthrope.

the cynic taketh, and the cynic taketh away
but god damn if the weather isn't pretty!

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