death is only a matter of time

created by your own thoughts

of adventure

and bi-products

of mankind so-called corporate relationships

 

duck can be found on canal

just a way from 296 past the restaurant machinery stretch

kansas knows what i talk about

on occasion

 

it’s the greatest

the most possible

that split second, its alive

 

grey skies over tone

cartoons of refreshed coffee brews

avenue west of london memories

and numbers inside humid times

 

burning cigarettes

proving love and vitamin c

beach bundles exploring inns

coming together

dinner times

how much is that?

 

light magic

complicated on her breasts

in the bottom of my mind

my lips tied together

stapled with rusty school bikes

 

protected over

not giving in

hiding the want of malcolm x blvd

and putting on girlie underwear

showering tests

so happy to take a normal one

after those bad meds

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.08.27.19:06:17 @ NYC