“ …and they hid themselves within the rooms of the house on
Valley Vista and the row of family portraits,
drifting over all the promises cancelled and the connections missed,
the desires left unfulfilled and the disappointments met
and the fears confirmed and every slammed door and reconciliation never made,
and soon they were covering all the mirrors in every room we lived in,
hiding our imperfections from ourselves even as the ashes flew through our
blood, and they followed the brooding boy who ran away,
the son who discovered what you are,
and everyone was too young to grasp that our life was folding in on itself
- it was so foolish and touching to think at one point that somehow we would all be spared, but the ashes pushed foward and covered an entire city
with a departing cloud that was driven by the wind and kept ascending Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park
Valley Vista and the row of family portraits,
drifting over all the promises cancelled and the connections missed,
the desires left unfulfilled and the disappointments met
and the fears confirmed and every slammed door and reconciliation never made,
and soon they were covering all the mirrors in every room we lived in,
hiding our imperfections from ourselves even as the ashes flew through our
blood, and they followed the brooding boy who ran away,
the son who discovered what you are,
and everyone was too young to grasp that our life was folding in on itself
- it was so foolish and touching to think at one point that somehow we would all be spared, but the ashes pushed foward and covered an entire city
with a departing cloud that was driven by the wind and kept ascending Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park
