saw a ferris wheel on the side of the highway tonight
resplendent in its extraordinary-ness
heard a lyric that went something like this: we are all
a burning building with no one to put out the fire
what do you do with all that overblown shit
what do you do with a phone call from one childhood
friend telling you another childhood friend has died
i don't even know any of them any more, but i will not
go to funerals, i will not.
it seems we are choosy and selfish with our sadness
and right now i feel fine.
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