Saturday, November 29, 2003

inquiries into nothing

we culled smiles from strange places
from panicked people
whole lives strewn on the floor
pennies in a jar,
living fantasy lives with
the best of all possible worlds
as spiderwebs float across our paths
we stumble on
reeking of cheap liquor
and cheaper sex
girls stumble blindly as
the world revolves around again.

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