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800 in the stream

Posted to Action Poetry




following my dreams
and looking at the sun with naked eyes
staring through the lies
standing on streetcorners at one am;
at two in the a m (wondering around)
and why don't i sleep anymore?
i
just talk to the mirror about revolution
sitting on my ass
too young to vote
never walking anywhere i haven't been before
selling myself to mac dondals