Flashing Down The Street
By despotis
Flashing Down The Street And we're walking through popsicle skies. Building dreams and bridges from stained sticks. Maybe it's always going to be this way. You stop. I stumble. Reaching for a can I've been kicking for a block. Mother Nature's angelic disciple. Bank shot into the bin with the swastika like arrows. Environmentally conscious Nazis. I'LL follow the cloudbursts. © on May 21 2001 01:56 AM PST 0 • 1
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