Architecture

Red like the sunset

Red like pain

Heads: upset

Tales insane

 

Blueprints mark where we went apart

Ghosts haunting together keep hand-in-hand

Keep quiet but alive, unbroken heart

Don’t ask me why I’m so sad.

 

This calefaction in passing has been hope

That I’m not as stranded as the shore suggests

More importantly I’m not a misanthrope

Like the growing, painful red

 

Be young, be free, be all over

You’re the print on my far wall

There’s haunted prints in the sand coming closer

With the same smell of alcohol

 

Red like velvet

Red like blain

Tails: abet

Head: abstain

 

Wind from the peddles

Accompany me in writing

Not the garden but of wheels

Traveling, not sight-seeing

 

Two buildings at last remain

One to be constructed, the other a passenger train

In that there’s me and that and me

A message unmissable when you’re dreaming to be free.

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