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I wish the world surreal

Crossing the street; boring.

The colours are wrong. We are all moving wrong.

I look at the rain and wish
I could make it move with the rhythm of my iPod.

Up and down, slowly at first,
then quicker and quicker.
So everyone could feel like I do.

And the man in front of me
should slow down as he walks.
Grab the light pole and send it's electricity into the cars
just as the chorus builds.

And the streets should turn red,
slowly gather the red to it. The rain dances in time.

I stop walking. People go around me.

But I silently will them to stop with me,
and strike dramatic poses.
Representational poses of all that we struggle for.
Like love and security and fun.

But I keep walking, through the real world.

Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-08-15 at 14:58