Title:
A Citylies on natural space, Abovedark earth and brittle fossils. Healthytrees in the wild somewhere, Settingseed, growing, spreading - Rootsgroping under chain link, Suckingup diesel slicks. Whoplaced this shit here? Lighttrapped in glass orbs, Washesout the upper blue, Ofnights dark glassy expanse. Snowspot gum wads on walkways, Solderedby sugary sputum. Want toplay a game? Dogturd hop scotch... Respirationis on the up, Bondsin CO are ever more costly, Cashedout and sleepy, Languageis done. Tearback the jaundiced skin, Feelthe freshening sense.... As itharries a stale age, Throughthe wind ways And GreyRavines Of A City...
A City
lies on natural space,
Above
dark earth and brittle fossils.
Healthy
trees in the wild somewhere,
Setting
seed, growing, spreading -
Roots
groping under chain link,
Sucking
up diesel slicks.
Who
placed this shit here?
Light
trapped in glass orbs,
Washes
out the upper blue,
Of
nights dark glassy expanse.
Snow
spot gum wads on walkways,
Soldered
by sugary sputum.
Want to
play a game?
Dog
turd hop scotch...
Respiration
is on the up,
Bonds
in CO are ever more costly,
Cashed
out and sleepy,
Language
is done.
Tear
back the jaundiced skin,
Feel
the freshening sense....
As it
harries a stale age,
Through
the wind ways
Grey
Ravines
A
City...
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