Monday, October 11, 2010


almost two years later
and it took a song and a headache
and a general distaste for my less colorful reality
to point out to me
that we've been stealing moments
and while you steal for sport
I think I've been stealing under the guise
of future gain, of upward mobility,
of the chance to escape the technicolor
of our stolen fantasy
and give it new life
deep breath
to smear its color furiously against
the gray of what's real for me
but like any thief
what's perceived, what's desired
never translates to actuality
and I continue to thieve with you,
convinced that a life of crime
inside the life that is blessed enough
to possess you
will always beat the
straight and narrow
of what is without you.


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