I'll have a condo in the big city, high up on the balcony I'll be playing Frank Sinatra while sipping on a martini, dreaming of better times as the city below sparkles like diamonds.
there is no better life than this,
playing Jazz and Blue's music and being
peaceful. not wanting, but waiting patiently
like the spider as the impatient
fly spudders about.
we are all so very selfish, wanting our
perfections in somebody else. choosing like
packed meat in a super market.
it's come down to this.
we don't think of a person
alone in a cold room having
never been touched.
people aren't good to each other.
as the woman love others as the men
seek more and more and more validation
whether online
or anywhere
else.
desperate like the spuddering fly.
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