Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Super Future

The saints are all my friends.
Beautiful colors, enjoy them
while you are here.
What breathing does
is keep me from turning blue
so I can hum a silver wind
from my lungs to my mouth.
Running through the city at night is magical.
Tonight, there is a pure love in Brooklyn.
People here are full of soft facts
they can't do without. When I think,
as I do now, I think of the possibilities
of the night when I'm alone with it.
Oh Friendship, you are reaching out
to a super future and then I
am more beautiful than the dust
I came from and shall return to
and all that.


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