Ocean Tone

Dirt Of Society

from down in the sidewalk came the gutter's growl
a slow dirt is society
the burden of the beast
coming up from inside
sewer lines and well walked streets
the skin on which we drive
is another highway
void of exits and signs
the curves and the corners
walls and borders of our lives

coveralls and chalky hands
the anchor sinking our feet
crossroads biways sideways
criss-cross fly away
bus stops stop lights
the corner store is open up all night

up close never felt so far away

Words by travist.paine. ©2005