Sunday, August 1, 2010

'i'm living the teenage dream..'

another poem(:

Bubble Gum Wrappers
dedicated to:
lindsay mac

late nights under bright stars
on white and blue
plastic chairs
with the only proof
that it even happened
resting on our fingertips
in the form of an orange powder.
(until we devour it up)

hot, sweaty walks
on grains of sand
that turn our feet red
with every step closer
to the baby blue building
with that unmistakeable
slanted roof.

blue chunks of
frozen water
hit my tongue
with the reliable taste
of change and new beginnings.

and the smell of
bubble gum
as the familiar bell sounds
every time you open the door.
and we both know
we could spend eternity
in that room
and never get bored
with all the small nic nacs
lining the shelves.

and as you read the black
lines on a glowing screen
the only thing
i want you to remember
is your angry elf. :)

later bloggers(:

Vivo&Amore

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