MY...

February 28, 2011
bare feet on a/
rainy street/
walk a dotted line at/
night time/
staring past window frames upon unsuspecting/
unnames/
faces lit by televisions/
they sit/
in undifferentiated suburb abodes/
fated/
to become what they expect/
a sum/
of trophies and hours spent/
torrent/
of rain never felt on skin only/
disdain/
felt from a burning lung-emptying scream thrown over their plastic fences piercing/
silences/
as feet suddenly fly over and falling rain gurgles in the back of an upturned throat it makes/
the fakes/
glance a moment up in moderate surprise





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