Friday, April 20, 2012
Rambling Man Pt. II
Even angels hit the dirt
sometimes. Grounded firm beneath
neon conventries, my drive falls
short of a championship;
of a midnight cruise. Futures don't
finish anything they start
and I'm a roadblock statue of laws.
Laws that inceptually
distinguish life and death.
The first and most prominent
being to never beg for the moon.
A moon means darkness
and darkness brings wanton fascination
with demons of lesser codes.
I don't deserve any different
than living with the shoes.