a reach for infinity

We'll f**k until we reach infinity, then inbetween sips of a bottle passed back and forth on a train bound to baton rouge, we'll smoke cigarettes just to pass the f*****g time. On odd days we'll tie our legs in nots and walk on our elbows. On somedays we'll fall in love. We'll whisper wonders out on the roof top between flickers of lighters. Tempt you to deny us, as the old ladies play tag in the parking lot. One day you'll understand that I really did try to get close to you. Beneath the twinkle of lightning bugs and from the reflection of silver trumpets we'll dance as the radio in the corner crackles to life.

The sidewalks are colored with various arrays of chalk; moon beams, and sun rays. Expressing ourselves in blocks of cement that will crack with time, and be erased by the rain drops falling tomorrow.

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[Don Coorough]

Your language is really beautiful. It's the language of the beats and the hipsters and hippies and flower children. You write in rhythms that can echo in an amphitheater. "Beneath the twinkle of lightning bugs and from the reflection of silver trumpets we'll dance as the radio in the corner crackles to life." That was utterly sublime. You have a quality that evokes long lost passion, thought forgotten, but only asleep, waiting for an alarm to wake us all up! Peace, EllisD

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On somedays we'll fall in love. We'll whisper wonders out on the roof top between flickers of lighters. Tempt you to deny us, as the old ladies play tag in the parking lot. One day you'll understand that I really did try to get close to you


nonsense? i beg to differ. i love this. it's the passage of time. it's human emotion. it is everything that was and could have been...