Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Two Fellows

Charlie Brown X Tristan
a poem

Two fellows sipping early morning mellow. Floating through rooftops. Discussing soul drops. Favoring the next stop. Amusement through twisted eyes. Poetry in disguise. Oh how time flies. Fellows once again in that meadow. Chords of backwards misinterpretation. Creating tomorrows steep station. An array of colors. An array of elevators. Up and away, never truly meant to stay. I'll see your souls at bay. 


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