The black birds of the overpass stand out against the gray sky.
It makes me sick
They dont dare to land.
The ground is toxic,
and will burn there tiny useless bodies alive.
we,
however,
are immune to it.
we are born into it.
we justify it,
ignore it, and perpetuate it.
I have lost faith in a parking lot
on the side of a highway,
in rural Pennslyvania
I can find a way to destroy myself in almost any situation.
any time, any place, anywhere.
bring it on.
11/14/06
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