Why is she looking at me funny
This one's streaked
with a pink
Lead
As thin as the line
Between a dog and a whale
That one's gaze
Surreptitious
Keeps bumping against the redness of his nose
Like his glasses fell off
And he didn't notice yet
Everyone is merging with the ether
Isn't that a synonym for death?
Everything will be recorded
On a block of plastic
Reiterating the Big Bang
All our paltry faults
Will be scattered to the stars
Illuminating the universe
A variety of Christmas cards
Frosty patterns on a broken window
And the hubcaps of a hearse
With their twinkle twinkle
Little chrome
She's getting off the metro now
Going home
Maybe that's why she
Was looking at me
Our legs are the same colour
Purple
Hers and his
As into the tunnel
The metro
hurtles
Towards the abyss.
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