whipping around corners
as if he doesn’t care
the world spins crooked
he has his head tilted
as he looks out
the smoke stained windows
into the busy street
stomping over cars
passing thoughts and
all the ideas forgotten
like soldiers on the battle field
or out in left field now
his ideas got his mind cramped
with thoughts bottled up
as the glass siding finally cracks…
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