Cobra
in Full Bloom |
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Wet wind delivered the crowd coated in many colors,
a scent was there: Mildew mixed with rose;
Intoxicating the senses under an overflowing moon.
Sinister irrational salesman arose in the flood tide,
their featherless branches scratching pupils raw of imagination.
Starched fingers scraping pavement
littered with homeless pages,
Some bundled together safely.
Love etched out its stinging insult at solitude
as pomegranates promenade through a revolving door,
Unaware of the bacteria ridden blind alley,
antiseptic beauty hid the murky decay.
Steaming sewers stagnate with tiger lilies,
triangular slime overlaps a quiet puddle,
dank and muddy,
Clouded by vintage urine.
Engorged indigo clouds
working overtime and reduced to sweat.
A silk city night does little to ease the equilibrium
of a day's wet and shiny shadow
once hidden in the gutter.
The crowd pivots on a busted saw and the blade points north.
Down where the devil burns,
a cacophony of brash metallic voices reaches around the corner.
Learning lies and machine-gun etiquette from a red-toothed volcano,
followed by a flaming lantern lit eternal,
sublime fire at the core;
blazing needles where laser beams form.
Loose change bouncing into a new position with each passing step.
Arrows are bent and broken with stolen glances.
A dog's paw kills confidence in the comfort zone.
A colossal rubber waterbug hisses along absent-minded,
oblivious to gold madonnas clawing at storefront displays
that long to stand still,
buried to the waist in barnyard waste...
a movie that played on its windshield creating diversion.
Chain-smoking, static-charged feet gripped the ground in defiance
ready to meet the midway.
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