Thursday, August 27, 2009

'Capture reality and make it do what you want it to do'

Saturday, July 18, 2009

wHAT HAPPENED IN THE CITY WHEN NIGHT FELL.

tHE mILKY wAY FELL
oNTO COLD CONCRETE STREETS,
cOATED ROUCH ROADS AND BRIdGES
fROM PEAKS TO THEIR SEATS.

tHE WATER STOLE STAR-SPOTS
aND RUSHED PAST IN GUILY
tRAPPING OPENMOUTHED ANGELS
iN MUD, OIL AND SILT.

aS i FLEW THROUGH THE PAVEMENTS
oR WALKED THROUGH THE SKY
hEAVEN’S BLOOMS GREW GREAT GREY STALKS,
bLINKED BLIND, HELD THEM HIGH.

tHOUGH SHOP-FRONTS PAINTED PICTURES
(PATHETIC AND PALE)
pEOPLES’ PLASTIC DROWNED DOWN
mERCURY’S LAMPLIT TRAIL.

tHE mILKY wAY FELL,
mELTED BY BRIGHT EARTH-FORMS
iNTO LIGHT-DRIPPING ART
cLEAR AS CLOUDS, A STILLED STORM.

aND THE CITY SINGS DUSK,
nIGHT-TIME FLICKERS, GROWS RUST,
mOTORS MOAN, MOURN AND SNARL,
cHOKING NIGHT’S STAGE IN DUST.

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