static.
2005-11-07 1:21 p.m.
we are like hands
trying to fit
into wristwatches
the finger jumbling over one another
in an effort to look perfect.
we are passive.
we are well played.
we are accomplishments
just waiting to happen.
my love and i,
we are long talks on religion
late into the night
a story of belief systems
of disbelief in action.
i can justify myself no longer
and go to sleep
praying scientology a purpose.
the social constructs
that barred us together
have learned to bare their teeth when we are approaching
and we now speak soft and easy,
peace, child, and understanding -
the world is young.
we will adapt,
become unconscious of
drug deals and underaged drinking,
murderers and missed intentions,
if we stay here.
the world is young.
my love and i,
we are solace
in times of trouble
with our theories on the human need
for connection
that sent us
arm and arm
into the streets.
crying,
morning.
crying,
the alarm has come too early.
crying,
peace, child, and understanding -
the world is young.