Published on August 12, 2007 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
this time
a slow moving car chase
13 days long now
growing shorter by the moment

the racers are waiting to scream
and yell, and i
will tolerate the narcotic road race
8 days longer

i measure time by car lengths
weary and torn
ready to go home
i measure life by heartbeats
ready to be in your chasing arms

and i will chase your smiles
past bags and labels and trays
i will chase forever
until i catch you

time come slowly
time come quickly
please come any way you can
i am waiting for you
end this chase with me

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