Friday, April 20, 2012

Rambling Man Pt. III

Most people can't grasp
the idea of a desert
being forged of wires
and clouded glass
but it's real. The concept
of living becomes
an impossible balance,
constantly falling, gripping
the coiled steel
with every last measurement
of energy. Melancholy
masterpieces of brown liquor
and borrowed time make distance
an accepting paradise. My
feelings fall flat and therefore
I need another beer.

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