chelsea piers. 15:49 26/08/12
Live in the movement,
the movement of sounds.
Listen to chatter, shatter,
with cocked and pulled, many rounds.
Watched them paddle their lives,
in the rough.
With finite dreams,
packed with banker’s boxes of stupid stuff.
Help them melt in the hudson’s breeze,
with judgement and rotations,
s the empowerment,
her lifestyle mistaken by freedom.
They’re lying, you‘re lying,
from seed to me-dom.