Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Commute [scrawled into a tiny notebook]

Leaves bleed, drip like fire
Rapid transit through reclaimed wilderness
Numb buzz clung to the tin of the tongue
Low in the grove lizard pressed against the mold
Architectural carcasses, vacant textures
Mud of life scooped out in clumps
Sunset paint splayed veins of plants
The opulent helicopter from bunkers' shape of mansions
Flares of forges smoldering
Hollow old electronics howled epileptics
Houses cast dull aqua
Minor players roll like dice across a rusted table, dusting a stage
Old factory smell
Wires string gonorrheal landscapes
Emergency evacuees await secreted instructions

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