The silence surrounds us
while we chop and mix.
Look left. A familiar face
without a name. Here.
This place is where you come.
Make sweet tea and swing your feet
back and forth to the cadence
of the questions. May I?
No, sorry.
I’m really not.
Then the sticky *****
tumbles in the lap of
that person you know,
fury fills the surrounding air.
After we seal the deal
we head to 7-11 for
Voss and Camel Filters
as we keep our eyes open, wide
like in the day.
Luna in the sky
keeps my fear internal
as the one you know
is walking two steps behind you.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
The silence surrounds us
while we chop and mix.
Look left. A familiar face
without a name. Here.
This place is where you come.
Make sweet tea and swing your feet
back and forth to the cadence
of the questions. May I?
No, sorry.
I’m really not.
Then the sticky *****
tumbles in the lap of
that person you know,
fury fills the surrounding air.
After we seal the deal
we head to 7-11 for
Voss and Camel Filters
as we keep our eyes open, wide
like in the day.
Luna in the sky
keeps my fear internal
as the one you know
is walking two steps behind you.
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