the turgid firehose of existence

walking through an old campus
mostly unfamiliar
but holding one or two memories
in the falling darkness
among the 70’s-era buildings
the people look the same
pretty young things
clinging to the unspoken
rules of fashion
and the nerds
with their middle-aged
dress sense
making their way
somewhere
out of here.
a decade ago
i worked somewhere
just like this
when the future was a
highly unknown
quantity for me
it tore at me frequently
and i […] (via lonely radio : buzz)