the surface
of my hands
as they launch
a flying saucer
of dough into
oblivion.
-----
Crowded streets
humming with
running motors
shrouded in the
shadows of
skyscrapers.
Tears after a
phone ringing
best night of my life.
-----
Sunshine
and nothing.
-----
Blended, smeared,
and rushed are
the colors along
the path of the
derailed.
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