Wednesday, May 6, 2009

empty

Day
for night
in the city
where
neon knows
no bounds

I have been that book
our reports
not
so simple as
free play time

The gusset plates
just
too thin
for all the traffic
human weighed down to gray
trundling past
eyes looking past
it all.

Losing
buoyancy
we swallow their dust
and ours.
The dust is old
the buoyancy
suffocates.

Another memory whispers
through
to correct
authority on the other side
more terrifying
we wager then
when the covers will drop
revealing
all we hide,
banking on the quiet ones
to make us invisible
to all but
we know
we can never
escape
They will see the nakedness
they forced on us
and say we asked for it
and we will believe them
for they are bigger
and they are right
and we must always
honor
them
The Bible tells us so.

Deceit now
spinning
out of control
til random inspiration
sparks.
The things of this world
they do not
last
but
what of memory?

How much better
were we then
before getting wrapped
in the power of another
inside.
Wrapped like a larva
I s'pose
we'll be freed
when it's time, but
til then ...

Day for night
the neon never rests
like the many we hear
in the empty crowd
Later
the details
will be
worked out
later.

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