Thursday, February 17, 2011

Nice To Meet You

Not knowing where to go from here we stand
Idle like the record players we once thought were so
Cool until everyone else had one.
Each person passes by like a skeleton
Treading the pavement as we flesh out the details
Of our separate dystopian worlds. Sharing what we
Mostly read in literature. We both think we know
Everything about these creatures we
Examine by watching how they move.
They’re a world away from us, I say.
You say you don’t think so.
Or maybe I hear you wrong.
Under these lights everything is fucked. Who needs fiction?

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