The Washed Streets
July 19, 2006
I stare at the shimmering roads
The florescent lights from the billboards
Fall on the gushing raindrops
That collect
Merge. Flow.
The streets are washed
Of human filth
Dissolving in rain drops
That pours in black
The billboard light
Reflects through the black
The roads suck
Every dark rain that falls
Yet glows in the night
Looking like a glossy page of a sleazy magazine
The black rain
The streaming water catching momentum
The brook that brakes into a thick stream
Meeting and sharing the filth the rain drop journeys
I stare, looking out of the hypocrite ridden coffee shop
Seeing splashing rain pouring black
Watching people rushing to bookstall for cover from filth
Scuttling through slippery marbles of sophisticated book stores
It never seizes to rain filth.
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