mardi 28 décembre 2010

flashpoint


there's nothing black and
white in this life
if not hues of rainbows
there are infinite grays
and shades of past
and future lives
complicated questions
irritating subtexts
and massive attacks
like losing everything again
standing in the rain
with your old yellow backpack
and a paper sack with an
empty cigarette pack inside
a signpost to boston
and not one car on the road
and yet you go on
and on and on and on
in the great undertow
with patterns of light
that your feet just seem
to follow as if
driven or guided
or whatever finds you
safe and alive

1 commentaire:

Pisces Iscariot a dit…

Here's to the great undertow ;]