half way there
between hope and despair,
to the music of angst
life and death dirty dance
as their moves remain as
paws on freshly cast sidewalk.
~
the cities chew on dreams
and shit them out right next to the paw.
And the roaches feed
on bread crumbs-
yet survive
radiation.
~
always half way there
and never nearly here.
everyone chews on you
everything chews on you
but I know
where you keep your juiciest
meat –
just for yourself.
~
someday,
they’ll get that too.
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the doodling poet 