think into a scene from Cabaret a two-bit player pulling once pulling twice with strings attached becomes the evil thrice and eyes of dolls those socio paths rise; nothing’s there until a pill in ny becomes rather nice with hunky boys their eyes that glisten a polaroid smile is all that’s missin’ in this lesson so [she] implants herself on top of glory and she’ll ride the train – hey, what’s the worry? the station master calls from the track: “you’re not in harm’s way until overtaken by god’s own fury” as engines roar for hours more in time mistaken by a thief while the devil waits content as sutro’s height started shaking until pause stood there patiently waiting: becomes relief – look back and see it was always coming at you: every second passing risked for money? even smiling, nothing’s going to matter when the film is cut in pieces and on the floor (they’ll crawl!) a word too is cut in observation watched before.
@09/23/2013 by KPW