What We Are

March 12, 2011
The once sleeping beast
So content, so sure we thought
Meticulously eviscerates our city
And all of our love
Disemboweling what’s left
From a thousand conscious souls
Who couldn’t afford the dirty note
Hastily tapped to the door
As if to say
It wasn’t me, but I’m still sorry
Oil cans rolling down highways
Trying to find their way
In this new world we stuck ourselves in
Eyes flashing like lightning
Distributing blame amongst the
Alleys and weathered docks
Until we are saturated
Our pores seeped through
With lies and deceit
And perhaps
Maybe even a little hope

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