the red hue of the horizon burns brightly in the night
tall, outcast, the telephone poll stands alone,
sahuaro's spot the skyline,
as the stars shimmer light in the night
i look at my breath as it pushes out of my lungs
yellow fog, underneath the light
the concrete beneath my bare feet
a train calls from the distance
About Me
- pissandsalt
- I am lazy, and don't do much with my freetime. I'm a bad person. I spend weekends getting intoxicated like most other rational people.
1 comment:
this is my favorite--it's less intense, i guess thats why i like it. but thats just my general preference, i do like the others.
i like the train at the end too.
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