Monday, June 15, 2009

4.22.09: The Lighthouse


Sometimes I dream of a lighthouse.
A light that shines in the night steering me to your Bastille.
That beacon calls me to your presence Mr. Hume.
How long have you suffered alone without the benefit of Our Mutual Friend?
Watching as your hopes and dreams flash before your eyes.
Your hopelessness is constant but not necessarily never ending for I have found you.
Together we can make our own kind of music.
No one else need sing along.
4 f8 will leave your enemy left by the wayside.
Apologizing 15 different ways for his misdeeds.
Consuming 16 slices of humble pie with his afternoon tea.
And those 23 others who ridiculed you will join him 4 tea 2.
That's when our plans will be executed and their desires demagnetized.
Us together in our subterranean lighthouse.
Sharing eternity's amaranthine cycle.

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