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I went to the market because it’s near the airport
To watch the planes rise and fall through holes in the atmosphere
The concrete below me was cracked, parched and concaved
And I imagined one had crashed right there in my place
I stared deep down into a penzoil rainbow
Scorched on the sidewalk beneath the torch-yellow sun
I stared into the colors lying face down in the gravel
And I fought all of my urges to spill my own blood
I stared down, deep down
A reasonable man left his briefcase on a park bench
When he stepped into a taxi under alcoholic influence
And an unfaithful man washed off an invisible stench
By taking a swim in the public fountain
But I was watching an airplane fishtail in the sky
Leaving a snow-white trail urging me to follow it high
And I wanted to fly then but I was fastened to the ground
So I grabbed that foresaken briefcase
And I threw it in the filthy fountain
And it went down, deep down