Tuesday, January 18, 2005

tuesday is still here
still beating it's faint heart
still eating it's young
still breaking the law
still promising love
still surrounding the circle
still running down buses
still chasing the wind
still painting the face
still riding the train
still overloading the senses
still staring at California
still freezing their knickers
still loud as the young mouths, we used to be
still broken from the fall
still ravenous even though we're full
still beautifully imperfect
still confused as the day
still hopeful as a wino
still delilirious as a fanatic
still poetic as nineteen
still tuesday even though the sun is gone
the bright lights of manhattan
share their second light
place this street on your tongue
eat it and then you'll become whole again




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