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SøułSurvivør May 2015
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streets twinkle
with the cars
the sky is granite
asphalt stars

trees die with their
stunted height
buildings grow
with urban blight

pine box slabs
of window's pain
glassy panels
city's stain

gritty mouths
feed dogs that bark
moist streets where
the world is parked

gravel streetlights
lend the night
darkened sidewalks

blackest light


soulsurvivor
rewrite (c) 5/12/2015
written 2014
At play with juxtaposed ideas.

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Johnathan locke May 2015
Why do humans fight?
Strike with all our might,
Against the blasted blight,
Who gave you a little fright?

But what about the blight?
What do they see?
Do they see a monster,
As ugly as could be?

They see a panicked destroyer,
As crazed and mindless as we are.
Because the only great threat in this world,
Is us, by quite far.
Derrick Feinman Feb 2015
Child begs at night.
Privileged, some venture to ask:
"Where are your parents?"

— The End —