life abides by two extremes,
always;
a seagull and a helpless infant.
the bird is overjoyed
the baby's always crying.
two tops spin on the same plane,
but different axis
time causes them to drift
what a tragedy.
my insides are boiling pitch,
my brain melts from the rising steam
my eyes no longer focus
coming home means seeing the drag all lit up;
metal boxes tear apart the pavement with their rubber mouths
the noise travels,
but so does the highway.
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