somewhere only we know

i saw a field of sunflowers today. crisp enough to almost be real, they did not sway or bend, only stood pixilated on the computer screen. this place is freezing and it stays that way, til we start to drink. each one hiding is some secret kind of hell. mine is full of computer sunflowers that i am unable to touch or smell. the floor is covered with shards of glass. the shower has walls of razorblades to always remind me of what real hate can be. we seem to not know or care what is killing us. but it's days like today when i really don't like people. i scrape up my heart from the sidewalks and keep moving in some slow churning circle leading to the slaughter. we roam, sullen zombies from bars and parties and mix the feelings of days and nights and drugs and love. down the sidewalks of pleople we hate and don't know or love for no reason. we're all sick and dirty, falling apart in the body and mind from the booze and the smoke and the ugliness. there are no sunflowers in this town.

this place is stale and stagnant. this town is killing us all.