07 April 2008

Sit on your roof

' bah it could be colder '
They don't wave back, besides
and treed greenless concrete waits
for that sadistic sort.
But oh how floating
above this street where
faux-naturel sits an'
the cars don't stop.

Finish? I'm more into starting.
Turn incomplete into a four-letter word, you'll be fine.

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