Aug 2015
Melting rain sprawling on the asphalt, mirroring the desolate buildings around.
With the beat down pick up truck parked near the gas station close by, it’s occupant smoking there last cigarette.
A smokestack stands alone near the lake, radiating a feeling of isolation, an obelisk of stasis.
Driving along seeing around, a town filled with failed lives and Leviticus in minds.
A masking plume seeps from the mouth of the stone giant, it exhales a heavy song of sorrow.
So many details that give a feeling of dread, driving past these images everyday kills the hope of getting out.
The blurred lines of reality and romantic denial seem to shape the mind. And I’ll ponder this dread, in the middle of gods belt, with the true masses of the country.
With the beat down pick up truck parked near the gas station close by, it’s occupant smoking there last cigarette.
A smokestack stands alone near the lake, radiating a feeling of isolation, an obelisk of stasis.
Driving along seeing around, a town filled with failed lives and Leviticus in minds.
A masking plume seeps from the mouth of the stone giant, it exhales a heavy song of sorrow.
So many details that give a feeling of dread, driving past these images everyday kills the hope of getting out.
The blurred lines of reality and romantic denial seem to shape the mind. And I’ll ponder this dread, in the middle of gods belt, with the true masses of the country.
