The city's a blur
ceasless
as the rotation of night
into speeding flight...
a parallax.
This town's deranged
greasy
like the hands of perverts
afterhours.
I don't understand
that you're still here,
Mystere'
while nothing happens
in this billboard valley
with its mannequin loves
and ****** students;
nothing comes of this
dustbowl
with Christmas blinking in the center
and promises on the cusp
of learning / curves
say Huh?
I know, you say
there's a fabulous place
beneathe
the buzzing web of profits
its busy electric streets
business of passing feet
a wonderful niche
besides
the lions and tigers and Cher
(Oh My!)
secrets only you would know
of its afterglow
because you call it
home.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
The city's a blur
ceasless
as the rotation of night
into speeding flight...
a parallax.
This town's deranged
greasy
like the hands of perverts
afterhours.
I don't understand
that you're still here,
Mystere'
while nothing happens
in this billboard valley
with its mannequin loves
and ****** students;
nothing comes of this
dustbowl
with Christmas blinking in the center
and promises on the cusp
of learning / curves
say Huh?
I know, you say
there's a fabulous place
beneathe
the buzzing web of profits
its busy electric streets
business of passing feet
a wonderful niche
besides
the lions and tigers and Cher
(Oh My!)
secrets only you would know
of its afterglow
because you call it
home.
Sin city as the muse
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