"emon" poems
It's the way those lights pull at me,
that's how I know I don't want to go back.
It's how gravity seems skewed
and I'm falling
into the endless doorway
that is Pretty Lights.
Talib Kweli sang my lullaby;
I finally fell asleep to Kanye lines.
And the bathroom floor shouldn't melt this way,
it needs to be more esoteric.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC