The doors movie
What wars have you fought?
In the deserts of my imagination
Under a playful
Sun.
What wars you have fought
To your end in a blaze
Glorious to the last
Ember.
To every end his own glorious burning
A funeral fit for a soldier
On a smoky pyre to
Melt.
To retire you from the war
That has waged for decades;
The battle that was my
Youth.
Feeling exhausted
in this seven fifty sun
The heat is cresting
at the the tiptop
Dry as pretzels
But the trees don’t burn
Pretty blue like the stack
The badged boy laid between
Stones. No more bears
To hunt here my sweet,
Peninsula.
(Source: leilockheart)
Old people… Help me, God.
reading the internet and watching the Jurassic Park…
What have I become?
I don’t understand
what
this
format has to do
with the relationship between
my words
and you thinking I’m genius.
