It Must Be Those Goddamn Ideological Bike Lanes!

Takes like water
Wordless
Sirens never hit their next trough

Half asleep at Terminal
Two tracks pair a well empty

Homogenous junctures on the snooze
In and out
In and out
Arm disease
Luxury industries
Soil themselves in gaseous murmurs
Of voices travelling faster than
Police radio caught air

Pockets in palms of handshakes
Excommunicated historic friction
Face back to the wreckage
Upon wreckage hurl it forward
Weld another stop

Can we? Are you?

Go to the park, awaken the dead
Move them into condos
Gawk back
Call it progress
The wind whispers
Take like water



Credits
Writer(s): Felix Ruizdelaorden
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