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a weight lifted
a weight lifted
a bird
a weight lifted
a weight
lifted
a dent
an underwater tornado
a swirling of currents
a chance meeting on the sidewalk
at the end of
a quietly corosive day
why is it so hard for me to sound out in my head
the word scratched into the green wall in front
of me?
why am I still sitting on this curb waiting?
for nothing
for
why is the slapping sound of every single
step
taken by every dirt wraped sandaled foot
like a pounding on my forehead?
this city is an oppressive factory
this city is a repulsive slaughter house
this city is my favorite one so far
I haven't been to very many
people
line up and sign their names
then wait
to be turned into dinner
for a second I feel like I should be glad
but
then I guess the only thing I gained today
was getting back up to zero
I am now doomed
to destruction and death
and
decimal points
I will not climb that wall
I would climb it if it were night time
I will not scale that fence
it
is electric
I will talk about how easy it would be
I will choke on my own blood clot rising from my intestines
I
remember one time hearing someone say "I'm not going to waste my time talking to people, unless
they have something to
contribute."
I wonder what they contribute
I wonder if I contribute
you can talk to me and not contribute if you
want
I may or may not be interesting to you
the only good thing about people is that they're all different
but they
are all pigs
vomitting in the street
the good thing about people is that they're all the same
saying hello with a
friendly smile
you know how it is, every once and a while someone says
hey how's it going
then you know.
then
I turn around and as they're walking away I fire a poisonous dart into the back of their neck
then I go home and probably
eat or shower or read a short novel
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