jeudi, novembre 04, 2004


It's when the clock strikes
and the horn blows
and whistle whistles
and the brake lights glow
and the streets gleam
and the clouds darken
and the weather stops
and I cross the street
and the traffic cop stares
and the puddles deepen
and the roof of the world won't let up
until it's time for the whole
day to end
until it's finally over.


Blogger Lukas Abrhm said...

this is absolutely outstanding. fantistic even. gorgeous and astounding. clenching stomach sighs. agreement reached. i believe.

4:51 PM  

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