Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Jagged Teeth
It suddenly made sense
When he rambled on
About the Seattle skyline
Looking like jagged teeth.
I stared until it made sense.
In seconds,
The rain turned to rays
And the sun broke
Through the blackness.
Tears meant nothing
And were soon to dry.
Cigarette ashes on my pants;
Hello, I'm back to reality,
A place so foreign
I wonder if I'll need a passport.
I burn off wishes
Into puddles,
Watching sadly as they smoldered...
I stared until it made sense.
March 1, 2009
When he rambled on
About the Seattle skyline
Looking like jagged teeth.
I stared until it made sense.
In seconds,
The rain turned to rays
And the sun broke
Through the blackness.
Tears meant nothing
And were soon to dry.
Cigarette ashes on my pants;
Hello, I'm back to reality,
A place so foreign
I wonder if I'll need a passport.
I burn off wishes
Into puddles,
Watching sadly as they smoldered...
I stared until it made sense.
March 1, 2009
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Jagged Teeth
Jagged Teeth
