Jun 23, 2008 02:33
The Decade Of Southern Rampage
and he said..."theres a country i love on the borders of nowhere.
Somewhere lucid and whole-hearted."
The rivers,
flow eerily close and rampage the southern sun
to the dismay of valleys and plains.
The seagulls,
wedge there intuition upon the saltiest rocks
that this body has forged over decades.
These flats,
recreate the maps designating between shore and unsure.
19 bridges,
alligned at a meeting.
They are met with destruction and tempers.
This decade is a southern rampage.