metal cells moving
in dead blacktop artieries
full
but empty...

there was that someday,
that swelled with romance
and yellow laughter,
ushered
by drunken bloodshot eyes

but now you suffer
in sober reality

thought you had an original thought
until you feigned sleep

they seeped into you
from the television

it's either hot or dark
in the neon wasteland

sometimes


it's
both

NB @ 12:39 PM

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