Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
San Diego
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Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.