Air congeals
with a baby's cry.
Spray paint proclaims
that you don’t
****
with HCB,
*****
Darting eyes of venom
warn against complacency
as iPods beat
hard-house hits
and lyrical dreams
of somewhere else.
Masses lurch forward,
brakes screech with agony,
waiting for oblivion
or 5:17pm express
as city succumbs to night.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Air congeals
with a baby's cry.
Spray paint proclaims
that you don’t
****
with HCB,
*****
Darting eyes of venom
warn against complacency
as iPods beat
hard-house hits
and lyrical dreams
of somewhere else.
Masses lurch forward,
brakes screech with agony,
waiting for oblivion
or 5:17pm express
as city succumbs to night.
copyright 2012, David J. Goodwin
Jun 16, 2012
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