i walk these streets
in a search for adventure.
my notebook in my pocket
ready to record what little life
has escaped everyone else's
clutching jaws.
but someone has walked this street before.
all new life has already been gleaned and mass produced.
there is nothing new under the sun.
no new conversations to be had.
we talk through recycled air
but never seem to notice
how we have discussed this
and decided that
a hundred times before
lead me down the street of the new
i want to sit on the front porch of true love
i want to experience something not
pre-manufactured
that is, if anything like that exists
12:05 a.m. - 2004-08-11
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