the outer suburbs
so much death in this suburb a crow and later, a cat in messy piles beside the relentless traffic a little later, though, a short gust of poetry lifts my sprits. »
so much death in this suburb a crow and later, a cat in messy piles beside the relentless traffic a little later, though, a short gust of poetry lifts my sprits. »
when the question finally comes you’ll forget your answer and then the darkness will roll in unannounced. whatever happens just keep moving. »
locations change the confusing new mixed with old requirements paths appear under wires my new transit the thing i feel the most each day one night the towers hum to me but the next a large bird stares right into my eyes »