June 3, 2003

• Urban Walkabout

  
  

  i stumbled onto this poem yesterday while i was meandering around on Xanga. It sums up how i feel when my wanderlust drags me through the city at night and I find myself down at the piers with my headphones on. Dark water and laser discs and thoughts and stars.

  
  

  tonight i walked down
  to the riverside.
  stop.
  talked to myself,
  turned left
  turned right
  and finally
  found the stars
  that never die.

  
  

  Mad props to Deadgodugly, I hope he doesn’t mind.

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