Tuffled
mound, of vagrant plants of morality.
And
the neglected ranky gray imagination
of
misused misunderstood leisure;
on
centipedes crushed on the sidewalk.
Coping
stone of childlike misery,
overgrown
ideas to haunt one.
In
the tide of adult life,
like
cobwebs purposefully hung,
to
catch the consumer.
Flies
caught on the glass door.
The
procession of the mazy tangle ideas,
with
no solution in the ghastly halls of the begot race.
Keyholes
to the new century,
marked
by hieroglyphic scenes of modern fantasy.
The
rat like social channels of ideals-
Cookie
cutter shapes to hide the nameless bastards
meaningless rebellion of bees, that will not
make honey.
And
at the end cambers of awful speculation,
The
antlike hope for end of the world phenomenon.
Embroidered
at the gloomy entrance of stores
are
meagerly paid people, already celebrating valentine’s day
on the first day of the new year.
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