The West is no longer a frontier,
Nor are we pioneers of the edge of this flat world.
Nestled in a valley below the Pacific winds,
The City of Angels stretches on for miles.
Do you want to go back there with me?
We could take a boat out past the jetty,
Past the pier and churning shore.
Turn and look back at twilight,
On what has become this so frequented land.
The water is dirty as I bob amidst the kelp and brine.
Come back with me, please.
We could erase our names and start again with some new fortune.
So when we turn and life is hurricane as tumultuous as life can be,
We will be within its eye,
assured that the body of some laughing child
Was not dashed against the rocks decades ago.
Nor are we pioneers of the edge of this flat world.
Nestled in a valley below the Pacific winds,
The City of Angels stretches on for miles.
Do you want to go back there with me?
We could take a boat out past the jetty,
Past the pier and churning shore.
Turn and look back at twilight,
On what has become this so frequented land.
The water is dirty as I bob amidst the kelp and brine.
Come back with me, please.
We could erase our names and start again with some new fortune.
So when we turn and life is hurricane as tumultuous as life can be,
We will be within its eye,
assured that the body of some laughing child
Was not dashed against the rocks decades ago.
posted by Matt at 3:21 PM
3 Comments:
I haven't talked to you in a million years. When are you coming back to chicago?
liznewman
Man Matt. When are we going to hang out next? You should give me a call as soon as you can/feel like because it's been forever. We need to catch up, brutha.
-Dan Pop
Woah, crazy comments...(two of them!) I feel like a guy who lives in the storage room of my blog and never sees any visitors. Then again, I don't say much that would warrant a comment, do I? Hi Dan Pop! Hi Liz Newman! Oh Liz, I'm back in Chicago now...
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