Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Over the Underpass

Everything feels real
Over the underpass
Observing life as it is
And living life as it isn't

Sunbathers sprawled towels
On hot cracked concrete
Next to the train tracks
Unpretentious and underwhelmed

This corner is populated by
Cheese eaters & comic book readers
The world's philosophy scholars
Intellectuals dressed in earth tones

High-sprung weeds hide
Break time dishwashers smoking on
Graffiti-framed fire escapes under
The mid-day sun.

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