I blow smoke
to the tuesday
night crawlers
on this night
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What will the future bring?
senior citizens colored in ink
pierces by metals
altered with synthetics
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I am racing with the devil.
on my bicycle through traffic downtown
on a country road.
i will collide
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I am racing with the devil.
on my bicycle through traffic downtown
on a country road.
i will collide
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“hey I know you, you’re the guy who sold me the jag! ”
The lights flicker and the stage spins
The man became a ersatz mannequin a straw man and the crowd began to roar
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Cup your hands to the falling rain
See its transparencies and colors,
Watch the colors turn into sounds,
Sound becomes vision,
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The inner axel
of a seashell in all of
its echo chambers.
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Fools turds clowns hip straight square yuppie entitled
parade crossing the street grasping at limelight
disparity and sadness
ten seconds then back to nothing
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Reaching my hands out
I hold fire in my palms.
Touching delicate things
destroys a piece of my mind.
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God they had to be no older than 20, and boy did they look run-in.
The sun had just gone down over the pawtuxet river when they had caught me,
not completely off-guard but not all together on,
it was the hour- the hour of the night dwellers the homeless make a killing on nights like tonight when the party crowds are out on the town looking for a real good time.
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