(Written over a bottle of beer at Holden's bar)
Time spent here
For Jessica Garner
This is the split second, stretched into infinity,
in which I and we could live forever.
The moment, just before you said no,
I thought you were going to say yes.
By default a light switches in what feels like an aeon.
But there's never enough time for those kinds of impulses.
By then you have all ready made a stupid decision,
by then we have become haystacks in someone elses idea of peace.
In every city, a cracked wall holding it together.
Filled with curse-words.
The last, the last frowning first.
Going backwards into the house again.
And its' twilight crawls back up the street, leading to it.
Slowly we become what we've always been.
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