I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind
blacktop pavement cover me
like a chemical reaction or a
so you say you gotta know why the world goes
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
everywhere you looked
there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs!
So
hey mister, don't point at me
you shout rhetoric nonsense
sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space
there's an
there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with
shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts
Sun baked pavement encroaches
the framework of the world
is black and white
the infrastructure
desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources
lets go
despite that he saw blatant similarity
he struggled
the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child
the parents
