empty streets

water fills the cracks in the street
it would be impossible, the movement
upward and out, if it hadn’t been done before
time and time again
every time the sprinkler turns on
after the people are gone, after the lights turn on
after the moon reaches the top and starts back down
it should be impossible, this crack should be fixed
tired streets filled with senseless babble all day
cars and feet, dog shit and running shoes
this should all be fixed

walking down this worn out street at the far end of beverly hills
it’s not much different than anywhere else
except the palm trees
except the peace
except the clean
but i’m still wearing all black
i’m still wearing my hoody
i’m still wondering why i won’t be able to sleep when i lay down

not much changes
cars still drive by at all hours of the night
the logos change, the rims nicer, more expensive
but people are still awake
eyes will still burn in the morning
just like they do now
and in the mirror i’ll wonder what’s happening
when will it happen
just like i did back then

only now, hopefully, just like the water
what will seem impossible
might become real
moving upward and out
towards…
towards, towards
something.

~ by kevinthomas on March 21, 2008.