Thinking in clichés
As she jaywalks city streets she never
Drove through anyway
‘Cause the lights never turned green for her
Drinking galaxies
Through the straw of her peripheral she
Passes through the flume
Where a million other particles
Collide
Collide
The sparks have burnt the runners in
Her eyes
Her eyes
Are deeper than the drainage pipes
She rides
She rides
On not-so-magic carpets through
This life
Her life
An ordinary starlet who
Has never found an orbit
But refuses to burn out
Derelict parades
Of the ships she never anchored drift like
Ribbons in her braids
And cascade across her shoulder blades
Quiet escapades
Slither in beneath the burden of her
Unrequited days
‘Till the memories unbuckle and
Collide
Collide
The sparks have burnt the runners in
Her eyes
Her eyes
Are deeper than the drainage pipes
She rides
She rides
On not-so-magic carpets through
This life
Her life
An ordinary starlet who
Has never found an orbit
But refuses to burn out
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