Light fades at dusk,
but returns with the buzzing lamps
illuminating the sidewalk.
Walking through the puddles of
glowing drab orange,
lost in the fogginess it emanates,
You listen,
as always,
to the litany running sleeplessly through your head,
splashed by the expensive thumping car
screeching its blue glow into your skull,
until light fades at dawn,
returns with the same sun
burning the concrete beneath your shoes.
---
Bridges are crossed in the breezes
of trucks
speeding heavily
through a hapless, useless, redundant
town where things change
but just enough to raise prices
and push the people on
towards something
else
somewhere
else
replaced by more people
younger
maybe richer
probably no more intelligent
crossing bridges in breezes
---
Macy Gray says "having money sure is nice"
don't fear
I must agree
but there are problems with it, too
---
I have no intention of paying for uncommitted crimes.
Taxes and the
RIAA are criminal and I pay them too much.
So, I will keep that to myself, and remain the self everyone sees,
and will see,
willingly.
---
I guess he got laid off
on
american TV
ordering
chinese on a
transparent green phone
too tired by the time the parade rained to put up much of a fight
---
When you give, you certainly do receive,
Cupid with wide eyes,
Stupid with arrows in his chest.
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Cold and white fluorescence killing
What it touches
Touching what it reaches
Making fun of paying attentions
Charming the attack before
The minion's opinion
Charging the weasel with giving bonuses to the mostly deserving.
