Tuesday, October 2, 2012

i drink beer
before twelve
and think of you.

you're so silly and
my thoughts migrate
to you like birds
south for winter's lips.

i think i want to go,
but i will stay.
to wait for the
rest of time
by you, to
relax into a
bed full of clocks
and wait out
the time until

we meet our maker.

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