back to life, back to reality.

i want to live

in a soul II soul video
for the rest of my life.

as i stand on the corner,
white seersucker derby
atop the flower,
i scream to the heats.

the curb tackles this:
and our town sports the frown.

elevator shaft
is cold like the marrow,
i stop with the rocking,
and fade into the sets.

i want the blackness
to rule my night.
i am locking down,
and preparing
for the rest of my life.

suit borrower
burroughing under
layers of kraft,
tape and silver-

ask yourself
to greet them all,
over and over.

copywrite:jeremy szuder
Saturday, October 5, 2002 2:43 AM

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