the rows of roads and skyscrapers are rolling like
breakable hills above us
and under us
the waves are crashing
into
silicon valleys
made of thick
rubber
which carries no charge. but
here we are in the middle.
y’all make me feel outside of it and
inside of myself, cuz i am not
thick rubber and i am not
a breakable hill.
i am a body
sitting in the front seat
of my car,
driving down the highway,
and singing
at the top of my lungs
to nothing in particular.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
the rows of roads and skyscrapers are rolling like
breakable hills above us
and under us
the waves are crashing
into
silicon valleys
made of thick
rubber
which carries no charge. but
here we are in the middle.
y’all make me feel outside of it and
inside of myself, cuz i am not
thick rubber and i am not
a breakable hill.
i am a body
sitting in the front seat
of my car,
driving down the highway,
and singing
at the top of my lungs
to nothing in particular.
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