12:10 a.m. Floor's alive
with our shuffling feet...
Our voices laugh through songs,
we catalog each other's faces
as if we'd only just met...
I swing through the amber light
with a stifled
grin
to cover times like this.
1:10 a.m. Golden Rose.
Watch the sidewalk rise...
to meet my falling feet
as the night swells up around me.
I'm one of 10,000 lights...
that drag their way towards dawn
with a coyote
smile
I cover miles of
haunted streets.
I've taken time untangling years. I find
that the kindest fill up dents
which the uncouthest leave behind:
the shapes of
hard and sharpened edges?
They're still present.
But covered for now.
It's 2 a.m. Long stumble home
and my burnt voice sings...
its way through gravel songs
that we've kept in our back pockets.
So long they've kept us all warm...
Nights like this are golden notes
in a pyrite
tune.
Keep me like I keep you.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
12:10 a.m. Floor's alive
with our shuffling feet...
Our voices laugh through songs,
we catalog each other's faces
as if we'd only just met...
I swing through the amber light
with a stifled
grin
to cover times like this.
1:10 a.m. Golden Rose.
Watch the sidewalk rise...
to meet my falling feet
as the night swells up around me.
I'm one of 10,000 lights...
that drag their way towards dawn
with a coyote
smile
I cover miles of
haunted streets.
I've taken time untangling years. I find
that the kindest fill up dents
which the uncouthest leave behind:
the shapes of
hard and sharpened edges?
They're still present.
But covered for now.
It's 2 a.m. Long stumble home
and my burnt voice sings...
its way through gravel songs
that we've kept in our back pockets.
So long they've kept us all warm...
Nights like this are golden notes
in a pyrite
tune.
Keep me like I keep you.
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