Thursday, March 19, 2009

i reiterate. i do not know french.




drive edward scissorhandsville, monday

talking sex and
relationships
from the back seat
of a volvo

our ears deaf and 
a-okay with
misgivings and hearts
on tattered sleeves

for the world to
see or at least
the three inside
the dark chassis

lit only by
the gas gauge and
odometer
and the dashboard

we tread on near
trampled roads at
the bottom of
the black end sky

and then went home
better off for
being honest
and being saved.

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