Thursday, December 16, 2010

dip shit

Sitting at naked
bright eyed and lip sick
with a forgotten bus pass in a world gone mad
finally finished
signed and stamped
myself i am included in a process that can't stop
the man sitting next to me is
another man
and the men I see the people surrounding Johnny Cash
and a radio are in circles and blast off into the new year
 in a way that can be explained as mechanical
like we're in a video game
stuck in this body
run by ourselves

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