Wednesday, February 17, 2016

There, is the goal of the Nameless

Hammer in the streets
yellow tape
detour road signs
dust & smoke
*
happiness is
hot coffee in your
hot office wondering
where the windows
went
*
what's up in the sky
gray clouds gray background
ceilings and tin can
roofs
*
in 8 hours you'll be
8 hours closer to the EXIT sign
it might come in 20 years or
during the drive home
*
inside the freezer
the lulling eyeballs mask
four walls of a coffin
looking out
*
too many too many too many
bodies dried out in the sun

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