clutch.brake.crash.
drunk on ice.
the streets are orange,
with the light in my eyes.
the wheel
steers
home.
american hi-fi playing on the hi fi.
i stare at the road.
white lines whizz.
block after block after block.
a l o n e
and i know it.these cigarettes
dont converse anymore.
crash.
how long before i crash?
i wait for someone with a heart
to take me home.
posted by siva @ 00:56
1 Comments:
this, I like.
except the last sentence.
forget 'bt waiting for smone with a heart.
they don't exist.
or at least
they don't drop
into yr lap.
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