Thursday, April 14, 2005

Waving Goodbye to a Dead City

the air is rich with a sludge too life affirming to be called oxygen. the marionettes dance with compound fractures, leaving jack-boot imprints on nature's tar and cement casket. maybe it's the decay auroma of rodents mummified in soiled garbage, or the metallic cocktails of lakes tainted from bladders and livers, but for some reason i can't say goodbye to this dead city.

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