It was the time
days
where nothing was lost
not even
the walls
people's eye balls
the little streets and the promiscuous light out side the houses
the apartments
there was the rhythm
with the sinister song half way through and half way out
sleep walking maniacs
their emptiness and clearance of dreams
small dialogue of loneliness
noisy past
the quite days of short trips to the corner store in silence
in silence
howly silence
premeditated it nonsense
about the geometry of our age
our blood
and our gender
how pathetic ?
so much wisdom
how many roads
in such little book
don't you think so ?
ah Yeah
here it is
the lost time
we know
the one about our uneven days.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
03/04/14
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