11 17 11-WHOS STREETS. ARE STREETS.What happened today, was that I RAN through the streets of new york city! That just doesn't happen?That was the middle mostly. So heres how it starts. I walk out of the 6 train, still in the union square station, the police are near the entrance/exit, my heart freezes. I know what they can do I think back to the eviction that happened Monday/tuesday night. They could stop me from exiting, but nothing happened and i walked up the stairs. I turned out and saw a small group with signs, shouting out chants . That was it I made it! I dragged my uncaring heart to this place. I asked the woman with a big sign if this was the protest, i look back and see that was stupid but i didn't want to be wrong. So we walked, i didn't want to use my voice just yet, i was saving it i think? I think this was just a warm up, because it was only 2:40 ish. The protest started at 3pm. &
Don't Forget I'm not in line.In the line of studious people, they all stood erect with pride and tears flowing down.Although just one couldn't stand, he broke the line between not wanting to see and seeing but not believing. At the funeral the man who broke the line bared reality into his whole being and lost the need to stand or think of this wrong. His friend was dead and that was sold to others too. He took to the ground like a dog does to his carpet in the living room. Comfort and satisfaction embodied him like love cascading to a head rush.A month would go by and every so often his foot wold trip his body a bit, just enough to jerk it. Enough to make him know he is still alive with a pulsating heart and a mind to think of nothing but that moment in time.
nothing.Losing a thought with versatile ambiguity, lets go of it's hazardous letdowns.And shakes the terror filled girl with woes of treason and loss of faithand friends.Gilded but the broken rows of ribs tear apart the skin andtake the sun out of it.Whales surround the giant hole that's taking the place of these actions.Fists curl up as the rhythmic teeth lose themselves in self worthlessness.A heart becomes a cowardice gnome, too stiff and too weak to care for others.Hardening eyes leap like gun's bullets to ward off any soft souls looking for solace in them.Agonizing pain is ripping through the side of you, as it breaches your skin, why would you want to go back?