Thursday, August 7, 2014

August 7th 2014.

flight here flight there
I wear a secret in my ear
purple evening
 ...ripped jeans, wool cream
the day
is coming
the evening resides
in a box of kleenex
we bake from memory
and discuss the sighs and virtues



August 7th, 2014

"birch wood"
"skip school"
"drivers license"
"despondent time"

through a fraction

I fled for you both, preservation,
to take care
of what had been, foggy climate fictitous memory

you sing your distant tunes alongside, noble, time span afternoon band
he sits with love and a one mud boot
you love him through heckling

that is
he loves her
and she him

cinematic desperate stream, of songs to tears
they must
hand in hand

let life end like the lavender easing the last scene of love and together