Monday, January 30, 2012

Right afterward

If we would have known
I'd be writing none stop for the
finish, the EMP-bop
ice on angels wings and it's dark
over Philly and cool and sunny
some place else. You've got
your jackets on anyway tho & It just shows up
my eyes are red waiting
a sign
at 4--letters from around the world
from around--where the sunlight
bends away, ah
I can't help watching the
sky, from my window it
looks so small--I see
blinking lights, bleak walls,
maroon walls crumbling--I saw a plane today
only one, the clouds were purple sad
puffs of smoke and disappeared into
the night--I looked away and typed

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