text | Wet hands

Describe how I feel and spit it out onto your hands its all out in the open still I feel closed in. why must I wear this heavy coat this protective layer through which I cannot breathe. She walks out the room with her mind in the air give into social promise and the fur coated room is cleared. I join her in the crowd but am separated by different views and appetites. She holds his hand as they walk by I see sylvia dripping from their fingers. I'm the only one in casual dress and am easily mistaken for a boy. In a world of the actor and the actress my gender is classified. The streets begin to part as I leave the happy couple too go their own way, two is comforting three is x rated porn. I walk away.

We cross a crowded street, me and passes by. People line the walkways with guarantee in their eyes. I feel I'm in a parade as the marching band waves hello black cats and ladders appear, angels fly then we shoot them down. Mountains close the sky as urban becomes second nature, the greenies protest outside that old building chaining themselves to the window ledges. My eyes meet a gorgeous political creature they take snapshots and send them down too me in paper aeroplanes. My heart is captured the plane crashes and they fall down from the ledge. A fireman catches them in a net and they fall further into cyberspace. I search but the lines are in the midst of heavy traffic then I become disconnected. I keep the images in my pocket, yellowed by the shortened wash.

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