Thursday, September 23, 2010

A Concrete Wilderness

Elevator glides linear,
mooring at cubular countries,
then sails.

Cacophony carousel,
a murder of business,
monetary lint.

Above the 19th floor,
vultures slowly surf
September afternoon.

When EMS arrives,
the woman with heart
palpitations decides to be well.

The parking lot
is ticket heaven,
another courier arrives.

On this carousel,
the centre falls apart,
spins into the away

of cold shoreline
and doors which remain
permanently closed.

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