16 Jul 2013

Two hundred dustbins

It is the hottest day of the year
There are 200 dustbins to walk past
Every morning
On the way to sit down and work so I can get paid
And one day live somewhere there is less garbage

Crushed mint
Music of the gods

And a 14th moon is found
Out there where the lack of air is a gift
Where the closer to the sun you get
The further away from breathing you are
And you need one more line for balance

Absolute quiet

But that line never comes
So you grind teeth and swallow bourbon
And sit in the sun and bake
Trying to see past the burning light
Without actually

I turn up the volume
Push up my sunglasses
Look up to try and find moon 14.