lines…

looking out windows through white blinds leaving lines on everything the eyes can see…lines on houses…shanties really…old abandoned cars up on concrete blocks…dumpsters overfilled with debris from paint stores…used car lots…Mexican joints…head-shops…these lines will not stop…trees are cut into sections…a church is dissected…

and i look down the alley to see lines through black boys playing basketball with a hung-up milk crate to a light-pole…homeless men picking up cigarette butts to burn…crack whores selling their leather bound bodies in the mid-day sun…who will buy…who will buy…

there are lines on birds chirping…skinny dogs barking…tom-cats calling…drunks weaving home from the midnight shift…only to awake in a matter of hours to do it all over again and again and again…

so i close these blinds…enough of these lines…done with the world outside…

i close these blinds and rest my eyes…

no more lines…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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