THE PEOPLE AROUND ME MEEN NOTHING TO ME!
NO ART
NO STORIES
NO VISIONS
NO POETRY
IM MAD AND CONFUSED RIDING THE SUBWAY IN TORONTO
I SEE NOTHING THAT CAN INSPIRE
CURVATURE TO MY POUTED LIPS
NOTHING THAT CAN ALIGN FOCUS
TO MY BLURRY SIGHT
NO PATH THAT CAN LEAD DIRECTION
TOWARD MY WANDERING BLAHNESS
NO NOTHING
TO SOMETHING MY NOTHING
NO ART
NO STORIES
NO VISIONS
NO POETRY
NOTHING
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