Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Friday, November 21, 2008

it was the winter steam that broke me
candy cigaretts and frozen snot on lips
of boys with no mother
no mother and father with eachother
winter river like collerless coats
a backround painting
for old towns
thats ice keeps the crows nest
up all night

its hard to consume this misty salt
when searching river banks for glass shards and bloody foot prints
trying to put some kind of reality into this animation
when i walk down this old town
i know no love
but i do know
painted bricks and smoke filters
to the ground that must be love

this is where i learned
first life
river bars are home like home smoketacks
for summer brothers
where i never new
walls painted with liquor and smoke ash could look so artistic
it was the one place where we could enlighten our lungs
with turkish golds and cherry flavored cigars
Are you feelin the buzz
but the enlighteners are left with nothing
but a singed burnt lip and an overdose on thought
this is where i learned
first life(not to be confused with love)

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