Traffic

Fall in love, get sloshed,
walk into street poles, heed no zebra-lines,
let traffic screech, blare your headphones,
become a spectacle.

Let footpaths blur, go skinny dip in
fountains, jump people, jump out of trains,
spray graffiti, start fire-tenders,
be the clown you want to be.

Go fall in love, get sloshed, make it last;
there is always a tomorrow,
to wake up, and nurse
the hangover of love.

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One Response to Traffic

  1. Sulakshana June 27, 2012 at 4:48 pm #

    dude, you doping?????

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