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this poem is dedicated to the wayfarers
the drunks living the idyllic life
as sun casts the most beautiful tint
of mexico dreams into that bottle of hope.

this poem is dedicated to the chain smokers
and the gambling dens where hazy
nights are spent and friendships are bet
and won and lost to the swirling black heart of chance.

this poem is dedicated to the
collegiate types with bookwormish tendencies
to squirm and fidget in the shocking presence of the untold story of future.

this poem is dedicated to the:
guitar
drum
voice
bass
occasional harpsichord breakdown of life,
the rhythm and dance of forgetting;
the hum and the tune of believing;
the funny ability in which song possesses
the strength to snap our backs as we sing.

this poem is dedicated to the lovers
those fucking fools of calamity.
you know the way that doom haunts their backs like a brazen cloud
like hiroshima was only the precursor to a much larger explosion
and it’s fallout will cast them into a rage of despair and suicide.
this poem is dedicated to that,
for the just in case.

this poem is dedicated to the airfield
how it signifies a means of escape with only a minimal possibility of crushing defeat.

this poem is dedicated to the gutter
because love stems from every single rose you see.

this poem is dedicated to the coffee shops
in which we waste away our days, confused
and intelligent, brilliantly misunderstood
as if the place was a stage and we are the actors
but i guess it already is like that
if you think too hard about it.

this poem is dedicated to every other poem penned down, onto parchment, paper, stone or arms alike.

this poem is dedicated to you, my dear
for you bring forth the muse to scribe these words,
to wrangle them into existence, when even they don’t wish to be seen.

this poem is dedicated to the underdog
who lies weeping under sleeping castles
after victory and enchantment has passed him by
like another train
vanishing into the morning.

this poem is dedicated to all those mad dogs who still posses the courage to howl.

– r.o.a

Listening to: Hostage Life (R.I.P) – Bonfires or Irrefutable Proof the World is Indeed Flat [album: centre of the universe]