broken glasses

i’m looking to the side
you’re damaged there i know
and over by the transit sign
your broken glasses glow

in my head the sound
makes my mind explode
and under all the wreckage piled
your glasses on the road

there’s so little to do
and less can be done
or that’s how it strikes me
and everything stands apart
the flashing lights and running men
while I crouch down and mumble
and trains around all grumble
and ground underneath begins to crumble

all that catches my desire
broken glasses by a tire

(what is there to look at when horrible things occur?)

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