May 2011
April 2011
Watch80% of my evenings are spent like this.
I'm a Soldier and a Poet, but I'm a Dancer at... →
dreaat2am:
Dazed by unfocused yellow specks, we see
playgrounds of cylinders and totem poles,
unlike the places where you scrape your knee.
Reminiscent of youth, gray hairs once stole.
Dejected carbon-coated baby face,
A copper coin to wage countless hours,
and eyes shut, palm-to-palm they…
I'm a Soldier and a Poet, but I'm a Dancer at... →
dreaat2am:
Pass by,
and gaze at the lights
of a frightening image.
A playground of cylinders
and totem poles,
cones and chimneys
spewing toxic steam,
spewing cloudy dreams.
I pass by,
dazed by the yellow specks,
out of focus like a photo.
Awe-struck, dazzled by
industrial revolution, the epitome
1949
1954
“too often, the only escape is sleep.”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski) 