Thursday, March 15, 2012


When the sun comes up
I see its glare on the wall
Climb slowly as lizards in tropical hotel
Its like time hasn't passed but 
In fact it has

I lie on my back
The blanket has lost all warmth
And residue of last night
Last night the wall was red and then blue
Exactly in sync with the neon light
Just outside the window
That read 'VACANCY'

The wall looks grey this morning
Oh, and golden, because the sun creeps on it

My phone is still playing
Rounds and rounds of music
Maybe it will play itself out of battery
It's been playing since last night
That I thought after dinner 
The Doors might be something good to chill to

When will I see you again?

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