[ .two.hundred,by.one.hundred. ]
i
swear, I saw the world, at midnight, in its real and fleshy work, where the summer light, all but gone, imprinting on the facets of each face, brushing back your ear, the hallmark crowd, the wolves all weary, the boys are marked, as the dark comes on.
ii
know, that we saw the world, at midnight, it's all on, taking bets, where the underground is calling, now, from its toothy maw, unsaited at the end of day, as the running wolves, work the crowd, and blaring boys, are cut down, in the black out heat.
iii
love, where we woke the world, at midnight, just before, the weight comes on, the breath, holding back, from the traffic lights, insight, that the neon marks the worth, the work, that spark that pulls us, up and out, wolves in the crowd, where we are down, as it breaks the late late, and bright boys burn out the night sky.
© Bryan McLean July 3, 2010
100/100:2
i
swear, I saw the world, at midnight, in its real and fleshy work, where the summer light, all but gone, imprinting on the facets of each face, brushing back your ear, the hallmark crowd, the wolves all weary, the boys are marked, as the dark comes on.
ii
know, that we saw the world, at midnight, it's all on, taking bets, where the underground is calling, now, from its toothy maw, unsaited at the end of day, as the running wolves, work the crowd, and blaring boys, are cut down, in the black out heat.
iii
love, where we woke the world, at midnight, just before, the weight comes on, the breath, holding back, from the traffic lights, insight, that the neon marks the worth, the work, that spark that pulls us, up and out, wolves in the crowd, where we are down, as it breaks the late late, and bright boys burn out the night sky.
© Bryan McLean July 3, 2010
100/100:2
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