Friday, August 17, 2012

It was real this time

Sun had set
on summer
for farewells
to old friends
and hound dogs
alike.
This time
I did it for real,
then stood outside
the gas station
staring blankly
at people passing.
I wanted
to go to hell.

5 comments:

  1. I really enjoy reading your poems.

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  2. Your poems lull me to sleep on the nights when my mind overtakes my body. It may sound crazy, but your words are the some of the most beautiful I've ever heard and they're the only thing that can cure my running thoughts. Thank you.

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