Wind and White Faces
sunshine and soot-stained eyes
squinting
disbelieving
deconstructing
doubting
up is up and high is high
the lowdown is down low, real low
these days, rusty fire hydrants get no exercise
giant american flags like giant american cocks
swisher sweet smoke curling over concrete exhaust
cellphone chitter chatter riding wavelengths to shore
crashing into eroding ear drums desensitized to dying decibels
the beauty of rebirth is the self-sustainability
but free will is government regulated
laws and rules posing as the moral high ground
moonlit and blood-stained eyes
haunting
demanding
screaming
re-dying
reliving nightmares in government sanctioned slavery
my reflection, like all mirrors, reveals a clue
May 16, 2008