Down and around and
all over the sliding
slippery slopes of
Why do I enjoy the
taste of rotten
apples?
Arrogance rolling down
the street like amphetamines,
like a voice screeching
about the end
of the world.
Why can't I?
Why can't I stop loving
you?
He stands at the bus
stop, stopped for us,
gazing up at the sky
rainwater falling
from a bloody sky.
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