velvia (ii)

ceiling fan cycles
digesting the miles, thinking
"this is what highways really sound like"
a machine that
siphons while i sleep, mornings
met with something missing
between the linoleum and
remembering what i dreamed.

in the drain next to
your house, we followed
our flashlights, looking for ways
to feel small, or lost.
the grass reached down to us and
that was enough,
but i heard that sound
from underneath or within,
and you held on to the strap of my bag
while i hunted it.

when we emerged -
a drainfield, marsh grass all around,
a half moon lost
in the late afternoon.
beyond the guardrail, cars passed
like old summers out of my memory,
and you let go.
Last edited by brokencoastline at Oct 23, 2012,
I was hoping the (i) meant there would be more. my computer is dying, but I feel alive! Love it.
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
I think you could add just a bit more before ending it where you do - just to make it sink. beautiful words, always.
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it's official, vintage x metal is the saving grace of this board and/or the antichrist

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& alaskan_ninja