martes, 7 de mayo de 2013

Highway Pass




Highway Pass 



And under the yellow glow 
Of the coldest moon 
He had ever felt 

A continuos row of cars
Was fighting for their pass
Inside straight lines 
Of incandescent lights

So that's the way the world is
He thought. Big but small
For every kind of critter a home

For me living here is a torture
Everybody think the place they live
Is the center of the world

And above him airplanes
Were moving people and cargo
Across the air routes
Afterwards he would never forget




VABM Abril 7, 2013


Airport Parking Lot
By zharth


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