to-do
list
street
littered with bottle caps
maybe
they fell from the soft grey clouds
you
can roam the streets of small towns
all
yr life and not get anywhere
but
where is there to get to?
the
parking meters never go anywhere
they
seem happy enough
the
clouds are going somewhere and nowhere
at
the same time
so
what difference does it make?
might
as well sit on a green bench
and
drink the nectar of yr own nothingness.
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