# untitled city poem nobody ever asked you any questions at least none which mattered to them or you so stride alone down open city sewers overrun with equally common entities each completely to and on on ir own without peer or mystery last men staring into the scientific sun total of all we've managed or are seemingly capable of - streets crime hollow neon overglow booze swill and casual murder bloody midnight madness cheap death: all-amerikan plastic faces shining true and blank iron stares of desperate explosive loneliness this island earth - stranded in space lost in cosmic neglect the space monkeys tearing out each other's hearts for truth or love pavement never rejected the hollow echo of your cowboy boots marching bent-backed heavy time dust over unceasing endlessness a shadow swallowed by frozen morning light; a dirty yellow taxi passes wind your expressionless way through tomorrow's faded remains never once able to do anything but pause again think again coming up empty with nothing but wrong answers unsent postcards unspoken emotions too late to really count or care / travis // republic of bob