negotiable
---Anonymous

the hard street can't press its way through
the dreamy glass, as I squash
a sugar granule into the table
and watch hard heals
bounce of the pavement
`
rush rush rush
rush rush rush
rrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuusssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
from here life is a short circuited carousel
with battle horses
`
but I relax the thought
and drink my latte
for now is negotiable
but tomorrow worth dying for
`
but my death passion is not bound in progress
`
here human life with
such great value placed on it
and so absent from it
`
raul