One can walk up and down the fragmented pavement.
Where shadows fall into diminishing clusters upon narrow city sidewalks.
Grey intervals of urban leisure, wrapped throughout the unraveled carpeted pathways, then onto the curbed intersection. Sundown marks the luminous glass houses that reside below towering skyscrapers. Frequenting underground subway channels and rotating escalators. The thug like hieroglyphics that formulate felonies on the tiled wallpapered ceilings of trolley transits. One feels the infested population on the verge of something breeding, something insidious with clenching mutilating fangs, gnawing at false prophets and self conceded politicians, only out for their own means and self proclamations. Defiance is a key tool to the adolescent natives, who conjure up all the sordid trivial ways to die.
The Monday Graveyard, adjacent to the public neighborhood high school. Dreams gone up in thick black smoke, then leaking out onto basement sewer drains. The cellar and the boiler room. Old cardboard that lives in the dark corners of abandonment. The screen door left open with a wide gaping hole, that looks out onto the deserted streets, left vacant, save a frustrated motorist or two, just passing through, splashing puddles to the side of the road, soaking mean pedestrians. Gasoline rainbows and smog- ridden factory buildings.
In Winter we are frost- bitten.
In the Spring we are impatient
In Autumn we are dreadful.
In the Summer we need a vacation.
The cemetery courtyard overlooks the lucrative phosphorescent freeway, in a moist prevalent night of the spring. Where insects mate amidst the heat of the season. Feel the blood circulate throughout the humid luxury of amphetamine delusion. See the air as it permeates throughout remote chambers of the vast atmosphere, ascending then descending, as if it had no place else to go.
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