Maybe again
It will change shape
Move into the oasis
Dance as it's head
Hits the curb
And breaks
Like rocks shatter
Oh,
How I love the light
From a blow torch
A flashlight
Gas station attendents
Peering at me through
The haze of gasoline
As the world incinerates
And I begin to read

03/02/2003

Author's Note: Ha! i am terrible at titles.

Posted on 03/03/2003
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