05.18.06

downtown fort

Posted in Own Poetry English at 1:21 pm by prall

The sad cornices of granite
Clucking laboriously down
From tombstone heights
Fashioned by emperors
To honor endless trails
Of paper, monuments
To the great frozen
Bureaucracy, licked by
Roman flourishes the kiss
Before the fall. Down these
Avenues of long containers,
Scratch to revitalize, to stimulate
Scalp and elicit flakes, dermatology
On one’s shoulder. Shoulders
Upon shoulders, billboard
Weaknesses. Turn the corner,
Turn the collar up, the eyes down,
Emptier stores, improvised offices
Where one’s tardiness is another
Pointless click away.

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