Post by Steve on Jan 29, 2011 11:11:53 GMT -5
She’s in pain
I know
She’s not here
Not near
But I hear the whimpers she muffles with the pillow.
Coney Island can’t bring it back
A day trip with nauseating rides and ingrate children
Running between the forest of trousers and legs.
It’s at the end
She thinks
But more than thinks she
Feels
And I see the stars she confides in from her window
They aren’t stars at all
Neon loops and curves that poke above the apartment
Building a crossed the avenue, but they are a part of their own
Constellation
I know
She’s not here
Not near
But I hear the whimpers she muffles with the pillow.
Coney Island can’t bring it back
A day trip with nauseating rides and ingrate children
Running between the forest of trousers and legs.
It’s at the end
She thinks
But more than thinks she
Feels
And I see the stars she confides in from her window
They aren’t stars at all
Neon loops and curves that poke above the apartment
Building a crossed the avenue, but they are a part of their own
Constellation