we row on
boats against the current
chasing the dream
completely spent
because the party is over
music packed and gone
only swimmers in the ocean
before the dawn
driving toward death
through blinding light
chasing money
through a careless night!
presumptuousness
the little flirt
smashed toys
bruised and hurt
and in the morning
my waking eyes
the last guest
arriving, heaves and sighs
scratched on the front step
an obscene word
still anxious for tomorrow
the sophisticated herd
starts the walk to work.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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