June 22, 2007
Listic

Played tag with an

airport assistant.

Confused a foe

with a friend.

Waited on the river

for our luggage to come.

Late on highway 28

we struggled to stay awake.

Our eyes blood red,

between alive and dead.

When our hike began,

it was 1 a.m.

We saw our visions painted

on the mountains all around us.

On top of painted rock

we found a perfect spot.

Me and three friends

hopped into a tent,

and opened our mindless eyes

to the blood red inside.

We saw our visions painted

on the mountains all around us.

           

         Spirited shirtless

         we danced on the mountain.

         Hopefully caught

         by the camera around us.

On top of Brockway summit

we thought we finally found it;

a way of making sense

of forever being friends.

We’ll tour the country in a van,

and always be our favorite band.

We heard our voices painted

on the mountains all around us.

2 Comments »

  1. I love this. This makes me happy.

    Comment by gato — June 27, 2007 @ 7:55 pm

  2. beautiful. this makes me sad

    Comment by meowz — August 27, 2007 @ 2:14 pm

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