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The Ides of Spring

from The Ides of Spring by Luna Moth

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A barking dog, a treefrog, and a mockingbird fervently observe this most sacred and ageless of all occurences. Terra firma sheds her shivering surface unto the universe and offers up her virgin vines, vertigonously curved. And we said goodbye and I got on my bike and rode into an alleyway where I could bandage up the blow.

And yes, I am aware of the irony- our time's expired amidst such serenity. The sirens sing more tirelessly when they begin to fathom that they have competition. And springtime spirals so malevolently and I quaff wine quite all melancholy falling softly through these reveries of honeysuckles hung beneath a lavender evening.

Luna staggered wounded into the moonlight lot and leveled her disheveled head at such a shameless shock, to leave me leaning drunkenly up against St. John to contemplate how such a great love fades into mirage.

Hey Luna, let's hit the highway. I think my punk rock paint job's starting to fade, but honey I'll kiss you like Hemingway if you could ever love me like a terrible Roman tragedy where everyone knows about the ending-just a pile of bones. The satellite records show our heroes go centimeters slowly to the edge of the ocean.

Trouble is, the highway's finite. We'll file along until the light finally finds us twisted tight along the tide, tired dissatisfied and broken, but alive.

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from The Ides of Spring, released May 13, 2007

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