Sunday, November 06, 2005

Sidewalk Truth

I come
from the land
of dirt
where life is real
and art
is a lifeline
reveiling sunlight
through a paper cup

6 metal strings
make fingers dirty
as they slide
through tones of truth
don't stop me
I'll die happy
just come close enough
so i can smell you
sweet and salty

i miss the light
but who can see
wrong and right
in the dark
of the sidewalk

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