~ SOMETHING VACANT ~
william pauley III
A man with one cold blue eye
stopped me
walking down the street today.
He never looked at me
in our strange moment together.
His one blue eye wandered,
connecting with the sky.
He coughed and said, “fuck you.”
He and I are made of the same electric lunar shit.
We are all one.
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