The Guitarist
This LineOne more time, I’d like us to danceThis Line
Hand-in-hand, down (foot-in-mouth) Down these comfortable spirals of conversation.
I’d like us to swing our legs through the bars Of a foot bridge (there is no bridge) In glaring black and green, write our names On the wall (a symbol of forever) Watch the spraypaint run in the rain. Watch it (forever) Trickle down through the cracks The bricks bright and grainy (like a movie) Beneath our stained fingers, Watch it (a silent movie) Melt.
And laugh like we don’t care Like we we
Devious Journal Entry
Neutral
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immune to gravity and stuff
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<<and sends that flashing emoticon, as an afterthought>>
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