paleolithic

to you, i was never what you said i was
and we were only orange groves out of bloom
suddenly, when it rained, i saw your colors, free
your eyes are marked by destructions, but now
i see how you don't mean it, you just don't care enough
to think about it

there's a sudden calm in the sky,
with it's raining down heat and melting lovers
the artifacts of casual readers, it's barely
visible skyline, what with smog and all
i am sure this comes across as flailing
but that's only because it is.

2004-06-24 | 4:06 p.m.
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