"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The colors are daring me to understand them
and I'm being beaten down by the mundanity
of the average day and
the 9-5 shotgun held to my head.
the audacity of the stupidity of the people in the world makes me want to
scream until the gun goes boom
the lights go black
the crowd erupts
and the oscar goes to the one with the clear skin
long legs
flat stomach
shiny hair
white teeth.
I'm trying but i'm floating away
Higher and higher
Up and up
Till the gun goes boom

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