jogging down the sidewalk, i feel faint. my head is dizzy and my stomach is churning. i blare my music louder and try to ignore the misery, but the truth is, i should have eaten earlier.
dirty street with shoes and morning rain and the smell of the day before. the faint hum of a day beginning. laughter, shouting, running. lights and a mumbled conversation. we walked down those streets often. shop gaze.
Strolling down the sidewalk, Byron twirled his cane in the manner of the carnival barker or mad man. Strolling down the sidewalk, Byron knocked out poor Tommy toucan.
you stare up at me with menace between your cracks. dips and notches and bumps all positioned just so, just so as to trip me up. you pave my way, perhaps i take you for granted? too many gum blobs, not enough fried eggs. where do you really end? i guess i am sorry to have treated you with harsh feet. truce?
concrete magic walk way to hell, black tarmac river of sin we can never walk the same again we can never walk the same and isn’t it beautiful
By samantha on 12.12.2008
jogging down the sidewalk, i feel faint. my head is dizzy and my stomach is churning. i blare my music louder and try to ignore the misery, but the truth is, i should have eaten earlier.
By amber on 12.12.2008
dirty street with shoes and morning rain and the smell of the day before. the faint hum of a day beginning. laughter, shouting, running. lights and a mumbled conversation. we walked down those streets often. shop gaze.
By Sophie R on 12.12.2008
Strolling down the sidewalk, Byron twirled his cane in the manner of the carnival barker or mad man. Strolling down the sidewalk, Byron knocked out poor Tommy toucan.
By Michael Scioli on 12.12.2008
you stare up at me with menace between your cracks. dips and notches and bumps all positioned just so, just so as to trip me up. you pave my way, perhaps i take you for granted? too many gum blobs, not enough fried eggs. where do you really end? i guess i am sorry to have treated you with harsh feet. truce?
By kira on 12.12.2008