i stand at the pedestrian crossing
white parallel lines aged by rubber
i wait for another person
and i cross
my brain goes white with parallel lines
i stop
in the middle of the street
for a second
sometimes i wish a car would
take me then
sometimes i wish a truck would
knock me out
is it worth the trauma
of gradeschoolers?
is it worth the clean up of city hall?
and how would they portray me?
a suicidal maniac who gets people in prison?
or merely an idiot with nothing better to do
other than cause chaos?
scene of the crime
outlined in white chalk against
white parallel lines
brain matter splattered on an SUV's windshield
funny
they can't find my eyes.
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 8:13 AM UTC
i stand at the pedestrian crossing
white parallel lines aged by rubber
i wait for another person
and i cross
my brain goes white with parallel lines
i stop
in the middle of the street
for a second
sometimes i wish a car would
take me then
sometimes i wish a truck would
knock me out
is it worth the trauma
of gradeschoolers?
is it worth the clean up of city hall?
and how would they portray me?
a suicidal maniac who gets people in prison?
or merely an idiot with nothing better to do
other than cause chaos?
scene of the crime
outlined in white chalk against
white parallel lines
brain matter splattered on an SUV's windshield
funny
they can't find my eyes.
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