Friday, June 25, 2004
peaked
i watch them rushing
past me at night,
teenage intoxicant
as anonymous and audacious as headlights
when the only thing
that matters is tonight,
the logic of clocks,
and how tight a tangent
can be drawn.
with as many answers as
opposing pixels,
who could run
the streets, but anyone
drunk on acceleration?
and they will run me
out if i don’t dissipate
like the passing
neon, removing the eyes
of strangers who “king me”
with all the proof of a soul.
past me at night,
teenage intoxicant
as anonymous and audacious as headlights
when the only thing
that matters is tonight,
the logic of clocks,
and how tight a tangent
can be drawn.
with as many answers as
opposing pixels,
who could run
the streets, but anyone
drunk on acceleration?
and they will run me
out if i don’t dissipate
like the passing
neon, removing the eyes
of strangers who “king me”
with all the proof of a soul.
