Oct 25, 2010


Starting with a deep breath
i still owe to myself
and a knife that never found its place
between the bones of my chest
we both shared a vision today, separately
of motherly lapses and brotherly loves
and we stared at the windows and aisles
of the hospital saying
there's more people waiting
cause, there's more people dying.

Our alphabet skills and grammar couldn't help
but, make knowledge our privilege on
how to give up and make some tea
We'd rather be drinking coffee tonight somewhere far away
from the doctors and the vending machines
somewhere between the cold grass and the
banned pictures of boys kissing bosses
car crash lovers bitting shoulders
but, i know you can't sleep after you have some coffee
so, i'll just settle for that.

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