

The plastic bags.The plastic bags Like strange wild birds Flock around the city FlappingThe plastic bags.
Down the street
Picking
At the garbage
And over there One sits
In a tree Or should I say trapped?
It struggles Frantically to get free
One hops
Across the railway tracks Picking among the cigarette butts
Too fat and lazy to move Its shredded Killed by the rattling wheels
The plastic bags Like strange wild birds Flock around the city


On MainI'll take you toOn Main
A sleazy hotel on main For cheap chow mein Just me and you We'll watch the neon sign Sparking "vacancy" in blue
And when we turn that key I'll pop a quarter in the bed We'll rest our heads, just you and me Watch old reruns on TV And peacefully, we'll drift away In that run down room on main
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"Young man, lift up your russet brow, and lift your tender eyelids, maid, and brood on hopes and fears no more." - W.B. Yeats
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