drown out the noise, the endless noise
everything backed by experience
and your word alone
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
The rampant nostalgia, a war between the past and present, a settling of grievances.
playing bmx video games at 7pm, that same song ticking
thick humidity, the sound of crickets
driving home from junior high
late nights
early mornings
summer school
a warm garage
sitting in the empty announcer box
walking the empty underpass
peering out the window from the empty conference room, 7th floor.
I've been looking for that photo for 7 years and never found it
the sun melting
a group walking with purpose and freedom
an arm outstretched or maybe a smile
strolling the sidewalk of a simple boulevard infused with the warm purple light
of the departing afternoon.
That twilight hour, there before I could describe it.
That twilight hour.
playing bmx video games at 7pm, that same song ticking
thick humidity, the sound of crickets
driving home from junior high
late nights
early mornings
summer school
a warm garage
sitting in the empty announcer box
walking the empty underpass
peering out the window from the empty conference room, 7th floor.
I've been looking for that photo for 7 years and never found it
the sun melting
a group walking with purpose and freedom
an arm outstretched or maybe a smile
strolling the sidewalk of a simple boulevard infused with the warm purple light
of the departing afternoon.
That twilight hour, there before I could describe it.
That twilight hour.
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