the condition

all up and down the avenues
the people are in pain;
they sleep in pain, they awaken
in pain;
even the buildings are in pain,
the bridges
the flowers are in pain
and there is no release–
pain sits
pain floats
pain waits
pain is.

don’t ask why there are
drunks
drug addicts
suicides

the music is bad
and the love
and the script:

this place now
as I type this

or as you read this:
your place now.

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