I've seen this scene before, played out
A hundred and one times
From this fifth floor window

Below me
On asphalt arteries, pot-holed--under construction
Cars like tiny virus
Traveling down Southern Blvd
Today, it's slick with doom
From forecasts of scattered shit
With peeks of hope shining
Through jaded skies
During afternoon rush hour

Across the street
In hills of fresh mowed gold
Rest mansions owned by the very same
White coat legislators and
Medical professionals, who control
Climates of uncontrol in this
Antiseptic atmosphere, asphyxiation
Flows through AC vents and tired hearts

Behind me
Lay yesterday's model man
Pathetic breath travels close
To silence, drowned by the drips
Of various hanging bags and beeps
Of machines with unpronounceable names
Regulating a life with push button power
Screens lit, red digital numbers

I've seen this scene, just like this
Played out in dramatic, big-screen blockbusters
So many goddamned times
From this fifth floor window
Feeling exactly, how I've felt so often, before
Watching Death and Remedy fuck like rabbits
While giving birth to ugly, little 'we don't know's'�
Running and screaming down tiled hallways

And, in this chair
I sit, I wait
Patience forever dead
Just waiting
For this panorama
Of repetitious horror
To go dark and blank
Void of this punishment
I'm waiting for stillness or activity
For new life or old'�
For anything

But
Right now, I'm just waiting, waiting mostly
For the sun to set tonight
On this unchanging view

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