Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Whose America drinks acquiescence?
Plugging out and tuning in
Who do you hear with your corneas?
Now what do you feel?
As all dig deeper.
And push closer.
To the shallow cavities of vanity.
Laws of love play hide and seek.
Space.
Promised freedom flirts with reality.
Divide by two where separation truly lies.
An oath dripped dry.
Does your silhouette weep with mine?
We’ll wake up dreaming.
Look
at Mona Lisa’s smile.
She’s such a liar.
I say I’m grateful,
but I’m not
satisfied.
Time can break my breath;
but my sanity,
that was always broken.
I want you to look at me
before you accuse yourself.
Help me defy the laws of tradition.
Let’s quit talking about the weather
Let’s quit pretending we’re strong.
Let your canvas lean on mine and mine on yours.
The keys are broken and held together by chrome strings.
So plant your own soul and
decorate it with adjectives.

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