Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Monday, December 8, 2014

Gavin Heck

The Half Life of Lead (A note to all future generations of lovers)

Speak to all girls, boys…
to all whatevers
from all Ipanemas or Columbias
or Albuquerques or Rochesters
and all wherevers.



It is true that
Regret is a
Pound of lead
While rejection a
Pound of feathers



Yet also true the wind
Will come tomorrow to
Blow the feathers away,
While lead takes eons
To truly decay

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