Wednesday, January 28, 2009

by predictive text

above the highway, abridged
my sky is rounded
the stars burning a little brighter in my eyes
i press my toes into the concrete
curiousity engaged, i am seeking
that twinkling tune
out in the city im sure
somehow i know you're out there
quietly searching too
the snowfalls on our shoulders
the piles we can't brush off
and suddenly i reach the glass
my palm stretched forth
starring into the pocket of your favorite cords

one minute i am getting dressed, and the next im jotting random words. i just woke up from a much needed nap. im not all there, but after reading what i wrote, this poem quickly means a hundred different things to me. when my heart wants to smile it tells my mouth.

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