Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Desert Drive: A Paradelle

She is a Taurus, though his signs say Cancer and stop.
She is a Taurus, though his signs say Cancer and stop.
They drive deeper, each caring less about carrying other emotions.
They drive deeper, each caring less about carrying other emotions.
She is carrying his cancer signs, and though emotions say stop,
they drive a Taurus deeper, caring less about each other.

The division faded, that highway decayed unseen.
The division faded, that highway decayed unseen.
The car is undecided on lane, for the driver hopes to crash.
The car is undecided on lane, for the driver hopes to crash.
On highway lane division, to crash, for that driver,
is the undecided car, the decaying hope, the unseen fade.

The wreck lies crushed on concrete desert blanket; the road is a hollow graveyard
The wreck lies crushed on concrete desert blanket; the road is a hollow graveyard
Fingers clutch the air around her. Stale, she is ready for something different.
Fingers clutch the air around her. Stale, she is ready for something different.
Her stale lies blanket the road wreck, the clutch is on a hollow desert.
Different fingers around something concrete, she is ready for the graveyard air.

They each say less about that highway wreck, for the faded signs drive
the concrete graveyard. The other lane is for emotions’ car crash –
the division is his unseen cancer. And though the driver hopes to stop caring,
she is undecided on carrying a decayed taurus deeper.
On hollow road, desert air fingers the different ready lies.
Her clutch, a blanket around something. She is crushed stale.

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