Apex
10-27-06, 09:24 PM
Sitting on the bus the time round
Late sleepers grow frowns
Everything like leaves cower
Something feels Significant or The Want of It
It must be skyward, just beyond
Where the rooftops draw the faint lines
Of a city’s gaping grin
Up and Down
The corroded church spears
the canines turned hue
with the juice of delightful summer sin
None of this bears any relevance
In this light we all look like blemishes
On the cover, on the face of
All that counts
That feels Significant
Late sleepers grow frowns
Everything like leaves cower
Something feels Significant or The Want of It
It must be skyward, just beyond
Where the rooftops draw the faint lines
Of a city’s gaping grin
Up and Down
The corroded church spears
the canines turned hue
with the juice of delightful summer sin
None of this bears any relevance
In this light we all look like blemishes
On the cover, on the face of
All that counts
That feels Significant