who wants to be alone
i ask myself at this godly hour
wherein i cruise through silent black pitch highways
to the soft whirring of my winged boots
pushing me forth to spill my message of this moment
the fizzing sprinklers whizzing by
spraying the asphalt to trap me, break me
but i glide through
silently staring, wide eyed, in lonely pleasure
at far off lights towering in the sky
or peeping out from under bridges
i am possessed by a desire to share
this perfect moment
this precious, rare beauty
but i cannot
for it is mine, alone
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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