Sunday, November 1, 2009

upwards where
there
is no sounds
no voices
decadent colors
happiness becomes the
sidewalk
the building overtop
the shuffle and hum

i've got no spare change.
"or are y'all livin' off love?"

twirling feet
achy mind
wide-eyed
I can't speak
I can't speak
breathe in
and touch

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