By Stephen
Date: 2002 Nov 23
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Let things flow

All gray and white:
The drive downtown
Our time apart:
A stroll alone
The Mutant people
lodge the streets;
why everyone kisses,
why didn't I see
Why do I notice now,
as do Counting Crows
playing by car radio
Round and Round;
like blackbirds do
over the doomed

and genocidal ground
They're the scavengers
So were we

Out in smoggy cold
Out for filtered warm
And I pass you by:
a spring-green dress
in a sea of dull love
You're hard to miss;
you're the one not kissing
and you give me distress,
and less,
and less

And less
of me believes
you actually belong there
and not here with me,
but we're alone and cold,
as decidedly so,
this coming Eve
So I'll soak my feelings
and let things flow