Sometimes, I wax romantic about my friends...
Tentatively titled"Bright and Hollow" (with all due credit to "The Passenger" from whence the lyrics come and the inspiration is stolen.)
I'm driving through a reflective world,
pavement layers of red and green.
My car falls deep
pothole, rabbit hole.
We used to dream these nights,
plotting the best way to catch
(and confuse) a man, spinning
white on black through the ghosts
of misleading light and sight.
Refraction.
They are our song.
Our you and me;
raining down years of us.
We ride and we ride.
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Ahhhhahahahahaha!!! I figured out how to comment! Talk about joining the internet age (well, wrong post, but still). This poem is awesome. I Snagged It and it is now my desktop background. Booyah.
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