Cool crater cascading down
This waterfall of hopeful infamy.
I wait for the red light to turn green,
Thinking of routine in a seven day order.
First thought. Best thought.
Love from her couldn't be bought.
A train. A lie.
The sun burns and yet was never taught.
An apple in her eye behind light blue spectacles.
She wishes for mediocre praise.
A laugh. A sigh. A sip of wine. Forgotten.
Brooklyn based never granted grace.
And though I tell myself the grass is brighter,
Green, lusher, plusher, holier on the other side,
I know that it is not.
The lies we tell ourselves to keep on living.
Everything eventually stinks.
Everything can burn.
Everything must age.
Everything has its
Beginning
Middle
And
End.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Cool crater cascading down
This waterfall of hopeful infamy.
I wait for the red light to turn green,
Thinking of routine in a seven day order.
First thought. Best thought.
Love from her couldn't be bought.
A train. A lie.
The sun burns and yet was never taught.
An apple in her eye behind light blue spectacles.
She wishes for mediocre praise.
A laugh. A sigh. A sip of wine. Forgotten.
Brooklyn based never granted grace.
And though I tell myself the grass is brighter,
Green, lusher, plusher, holier on the other side,
I know that it is not.
The lies we tell ourselves to keep on living.
Everything eventually stinks.
Everything can burn.
Everything must age.
Everything has its
Beginning
Middle
And
End.