Starry Nights Up on top of the old ski jump. I once sat there with you, my dear friend. While the lovers made love below in the grass under the starry nights. Lately there is a big ball of fire in the sky. Holy shit we are all about to die! Down at the Alice, across the icy parking lot. There were two rifles on the wall. I said to the bar tender, One for me and one for you. He poured two glasses of whiskey. We smoked cigarettes and talked about the starry nights and about you. Pressed against a pair of lucid lips. Somewhere between LA and New York. You were as smart as a fox. Long black hair and deep brown eyes. There was a car crash on the highway of tears. Two families were killed. I buckled up my seat belt and hit the road. Two tall men were standing on the side of the highway. The bar tender suggested I pull over. They were both very friendly and one of them kept shaking my hand over and over.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 08:22:30 +0000
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