Still Big-Blue circles
His nuclear neighbor, not that any of us
Have ever seen him behind the wheel.
The nausea of anticipation, the insanity
Of predictions.
Scratchy-lead-scribblings, blotted, cramped
Digits.
There's never a weekend to tell you
Or any better way;
it's the polarity that always rends me.
" Such a wide cast net-- surely
You'll never pull it all back together?"
Semantics, either way, on this side
Of the event horizon.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Still Big-Blue circles
His nuclear neighbor, not that any of us
Have ever seen him behind the wheel.
The nausea of anticipation, the insanity
Of predictions.
Scratchy-lead-scribblings, blotted, cramped
Digits.
There's never a weekend to tell you
Or any better way;
it's the polarity that always rends me.
" Such a wide cast net-- surely
You'll never pull it all back together?"
Semantics, either way, on this side
Of the event horizon.
