Words

November 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

Giants fight, swinging at clouds.

Molecular holes pierce through blue

body punches and upper cuts at once.

What sounds will wince as cars and buses,

trucks and city scripture crush

under the weight of falling body.

 

Underground words by rail or chant

cross country to protectors and

protesters, Shaman and trickster.

Wizarding worlds of fictitious futures

stuck in their past, unable to remain in

the present for more than a soundbite.

 

This is the what is of now we see,

the way of social solitude and global

individualism, as we all share alone.

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