from My Notebook (1993) Detroit was fun in those days We escaped the shambles of the city; Intoxication waning. We drove in the insipid cracks on crumbling walls before completely out, our shadows shine brilliantly upon faded murals. The last people on the street on the street are nothing more than shadows reflecting the affluent in decadent ways Here we are ... dark projections of human history drowning in the ocean of concrete We escaped another feast of fading signs. The first to come this way were pioneering premises, whose scattered letters were derivative of the intransitive, humanitys argument concluding A laugh echoes in the cavernous cracks, that devour the city of my birth ... trembling laugh the citys death brings laughter retired shards of glass In a city, love and hate same and same anticipation and apprehension
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 21:24:39 +0000
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