(always a fave)
Love and Hope and Sex and Dreams are still surviving on the street. i saw them, mahn. i hung out with those cats just the other day. they are still getting a small cut and squeaking by. in nice weather they take the game outside, chillin in between buildings or at the back doors of the most exclusive restaurants. they dress in tattered hard rock Ts and smoke butts. they have big, solemn, murderous dogs and cardboard signs covered with unintelligible poetry.
technically, they were supposed to be panhandling, but they were a little mixed-up and drawing infinity symbols with green chalk all over the sidewalk instead.
Evening slowly fell and everyone did their own thing:
Hope was buying...
Sex was taking...
The Dreams were coagulating...
while Love was waiting...
and me,
i was hiding.
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