Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Coastal Rifts

Party tricks on red clay bricks
And handstands in the sand
Political repertoires in POS cars
And conversations over Pac Man
On beaches I thought
Were named for sea life
The whiskey flowed freely
As we sat in a circle
Pondering the universe
Then morning came
And we all went
In different directions
Our triple bonds were broken
And electrons scattered about
I assumed our aversion
To overly convenient
Line of communication
Would remain unimportant overall
But I feel you slipping from my mind
And lack the conviction to stop it

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