Walking along the boulevard

there's nothing much but a deck cards

inside my mind,

flipping, perscripting

these different thoughts of mine.

my emotions are rather blind,

just dots on a wavy line

which giggle and wriggle

they're just trying to pass the time.

So I shuffle my deck of cards,

watching these passing cars,

thinking of how different life must be on top of mars.

What're all these cars thinking?

What is making their drivers driven?

The absurdity of it all makes mars seem like the kitchen

of my childhood home where nobody was on a mission.

Nobody was fishing, nobody was missing

Nobody was angry, and nobody was smitten.

Where did all that go?

Then the bright red man above the cars, turns to white.

I collect my deck of cards

and continue towards the light.




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