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PEOPLE I KNOW
It's the same dreamy feeling
Like when they throw confetti
The sensation you're stealing
Warm fuzzy forgetting
I walk in
A look of loss about me
trying to look muscular,
Guarding my neck.
People I know
Are sitting in thrones
I sit on the floor in coils
and I sweat
compartmentalize
In case I forget
THE OLD WORLD
I look for traces of the old world
In between cracks in linoleum
It is not there
I look in the underground
Where it should be buried, deep,
But the urban howl chases me
Down subway tunnels
Neon light erases me
Panic doubles.
Further and then
A distant thundering white noise
Comes forward pushing me into
A nearby funeral home.
Finally!
I see it!
In a sadness passed through generations,
In the wail of a widow
The Old World.
It's the same dreamy feeling
Like when they throw confetti
The sensation you're stealing
Warm fuzzy forgetting
I walk in
A look of loss about me
trying to look muscular,
Guarding my neck.
People I know
Are sitting in thrones
I sit on the floor in coils
and I sweat
compartmentalize
In case I forget
THE OLD WORLD
I look for traces of the old world
In between cracks in linoleum
It is not there
I look in the underground
Where it should be buried, deep,
But the urban howl chases me
Down subway tunnels
Neon light erases me
Panic doubles.
Further and then
A distant thundering white noise
Comes forward pushing me into
A nearby funeral home.
Finally!
I see it!
In a sadness passed through generations,
In the wail of a widow
The Old World.