30 March 2008

descend ascend descend

Flock of birds, in da sky, flying south, they know dis place will die. And I wish they could take me with them, but I would not be accepted, 'cuz I can't dance the funky chicken, I can't dance the funky chicken...

This weekend I climbed high the buttresses and 
watched from my perch 
therese and tammy and jens play
i'm a little lost
higher power
cold swedish winter
And this weekend I wished I was closer, 
and for more lukewarm English beer
and I wished so hard for the absence 
of the inherent reality of a long drive home,
and the subsequent descent as earth clings to frozen feet. 

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