February 22, 2012

my town

Streets rest empty
An anxious turn of wind
Spine stiffened
An upward thrust
With broken windows
Gaping holes into black
Deep sighs of vacant nobodies
Blowing ash to grey my skin
Painted shards
Of some days past
Splinter beneath every step
These tattered work shoes
Never mattered
My slow downhill slide
Of loveless decline
To the blown glass heart
A red center
It's everything
With cracks
To chamber
And still transparent
I breath the dry decades
This town could only last
So long
Passed my prime

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