Aimless
I walk in the direction of the neon lottery sign.
I steal glances from random stars
And wonder if there's a star glancing at me.
An empty bottle lays in the gutter.
Streams of fresh rain caress its transparent confines.
I imagine a little wooden ship trapped inside
Trapped within fragile walls
Seeing everything from a foggy, illusional perspective
Neon lottery sign
Screaming horns wail songs of impending iniquities.
Screeching tires paint furiously the skid marks invading my nostrils.
I used to love the smell of rubber.
But now that smell reminds me of all the rushing people
Watching the cars crash together
Oblivious to the backdrop of my violation
No one can hear me screaming.
So I focus on the sails of my little wooden ship
Twigs snap.
The lottery sign flickers a belated S.O.S.
Chalky silhouettes smear overcast streets.
Careless star-gazers
Each gust of nature's breath
Sends tumbling into time
The torn yellow tape of selfish desire.
Torn by savage greedy hands
Pain becomes my anthem.
Inspiration
Sorrow serenades me to submission.
And I walk
Aimless
Toward the neon lottery sign.

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