Wednesday, January 5, 2011

So High Up

Suffer to watch the world living,
touch the alleyways that broadcast
my lack of thought, back of fist against forehead
sweating in the cold, sweating out weight
like breath seeping out from under me,
hissing from my lungs emergency brake
UHaul quickly forcing its way into traffic,
grinding out its idiot life on four rubber tires
and metal, screaming yellow stop-
yield- all is emptiness under the spiraling

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