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Posted by Tristan Epstein on March 21, 19100 at 19:20:39:
People P By
Storms and direful thunders break,
Metallic rainbows scratch the soot scoured sky.
Sump black puddles clench filthy ground.
Tirelessly, into littered gutters, snaking rivulets edge downwards.
Emotion evicted.
Disclosed, they join the apostate procession.
Grimy concrete sheds its sullen, pastel skin,
People p by.
Worn news clings desperately to worn asphalt,
Feebly resisting by the tired tide.
Inevitably dissipated.
People p by
Cold sludge kisses the earth and dies,
Tattered splatings shatter Neptune's defiled tears.
Fragments panic into dislocated lakes of darkness and confusion.
From beneath veneers of cleanliness the evil seeps.
Rivers fill with fetid seepage,
The sky's refuse churns on to be umptenthly recycled.
Silt, sinks slowly.
People p by.
The sun emerges, and scrubbed surfaces gleam in their new lavation.
Atmospheric haze settles on the still sodden earth,
Truth obscured by this distortion.
Scabs ripen on what was washed before.
Smog seeps from its suppression into freedom.
Its acidic teeth warning life of its ured re-resurrection.
After cleansing rain
People p by.
Any e-mailed comments directed at making this piece of poetry bigger, badder and better would be much appreciated.
Thanx.