Sometimes I
Take a walk downtown.
There I get to buy fresh roses, razor-blades
Sweaty cups of coffee,
And a bunch of lottery coupons.
On my way back, I get to admire the
Dysfunctional streetlights.
Now if, from the other side of the street,
Someone suddenly calls out my name,
I would just like to
Remain indifferent
And keep walking.
Only if it's not some beautiful girl I met
In the days of autumn
On facebook.
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Apathetic Symbols (And An Out-of-work Blood Vending Machine)
PoetryThere's something I wanted to do after coming back from my incognito status. SO, I thought I would work with typographical symbols. Hope you'd like it.
