Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Can I sit outside the spacious sky
While they ugly sounds of the highway
Haunt the surrounding air?

I know where the sun rises
In the summertime and I know
A correct full moon without
Looking at a calendar,
But do I know your face and
The sound of your heavy footsteps anymore?

Venus glares down at me,
And the crescent moon glows upon me,
While the stars become faded.

It is dusk and while roosters crow
And birds arise,
I sob into the fading nighttime.

I lay me down to sleep.

It is 5AM while I smoke cigarettes
In the chilling atmosphere,
An ambience created for me.

I flick my thoughts into the summer air
And decided to remember last summer,
When you taught me how to breathe.

Don't worry,
There is much sadness to be had.

August 10, 2004

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