Treasure Island

Jason Pacheco

(June 29,1977 / Fall River, Massachusetts)

Too Close


I live on the top floor
Of a latent coil,
Ready for a sound style
Tattered and spent
Like blood for fuel
A sign reads:
This building belongs to the
University of s-t talking fools.

On a different note,
C major perhaps,
The sea calls my soul
Eating my body.

Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012

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