the crazies congregate in one place
lounging, asking for a single smoke, finding whatever was lost
i wonder how their nights end
what their agendas consist of, what "success" is for them
are they more concentrated in this dirty side of town?
on the border of neutral and excess?
or is this where the meeting place is
and their home is somewhere less crazy?
do they know that we know they're seen as crazy?
or are we the crazy ones functioning
and they're the normal ones functioning or attempting?
how did this divide exist anyway?
10-2013
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