it's a quiet scene as morning dust settles on the grass
this desertdry feeling has all but dissapeared.
one time- wait. time was not a factor in this action;
time was the ticking of some sound created for amusement.
clocks. they react to the dust
much the same way the grass would-

where the chlorophyl and cigarettesmoke sillouhette
meet to find a fate for eachother that neither will enjoy;

clocks. tick. for the enjoyment of a boy sitting there
willing to ignore them/willing to escape them/willing to
defy
them.

the first true taste of the defiance is a summerdaynight
as the streetlights are the only dictators of his being.

is this antisocial armor
is it otherwise?

locked away, the conversations had are still existant,
for the defiance.

06/16/2004

Posted on 06/17/2004
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