Yawn and swallow the sunset,
Denton! I found the meaning
that was dropped in paint
beneath your scars.

I gave it to the islands,
tossed it in volcanoes
and turned and ran
all 10 miles down into
waiamea canyon.

Down there it was
a root sticking up
that tripped me, and
I scraped my knees
seeing Bethlehem.

I stayed dry, crackling
in the rainiest point
of planet earth,
and thought you'd appreciate
the subtleties of the moment.

Archipelagios and mountains
regardless,
you're difficult to escape.

10/24/2010

Author's Note: if you can't be with me, kindly get out of my poetry

Posted on 10/24/2010
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