Posted by zeugma on December 15, 2005, at 18:27:14
“poverty of the moment”
I leave the house, craving reality
Feverish, raw fingertips close to all I feel
He stands there, we have the store, the dark outline standing there in the crisis cold
And then the wilds, the rocks
Does he go through bouts of unreality as he says hello
To everyoneBeginning to snow, bad weather for begging
No friend of mine, but I gave some coins,
I wonder if I will find myself pissing side by side
In remote corners of the transit system with him- I could cease to function with
Terrible ease, and there is alcohol in his eyes, fog in mine.Snow falls heavier, a cloud draping the lights-
Should I have given a dollar- I feel inner fog
Blur schedules, cause the places I have to be
As lights across the park, from Woodlawn-Abnegation, the lights are disappearing
Beneath a cloud of snow
poster:zeugma
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