All is well

before the streets explode with anxiety.

Call me a cab.

Distance yourself, these tenement

eyeballs never cease to stare.

Forgive me, I

grope the right way.

Have you heard?

I am fluent in

jibberish, a language you don’t


Lightning strikes in between my toes.

Move over.

Nobody wants to live in perpetual


Pending the very end, but jumping is

quite a nice way to fly.

Roads crumble when footsteps leave them.

Scraps of

time are left for the



waiting for children with

Xeroxed faces

you just

zone out.


About lisadivenuta

I live my life based on bathroom graffiti. ~live for the mad ones, dig everything!~ 21, girl, upstate but not real upstate New York View all posts by lisadivenuta

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