Apr 17, 2014


Mother tall & grey like a building

            Eats scraps

                        A green coat of fire
                        A green coat of smoke

            Mother splits atoms
                        in her mouth

The grey machines are Mother’s lovers

Mother math
Mother coal
Mother hair
Mother eyes
                        Mother silo

Scraps coal lovers math         eyes
                        Silo smoke
                                    Fire in her mouth

Mother’s robot eyes
                        watch in the dark

In the dark
                        A coat of Mother
                        green smoke
Walk we gravity-walk
 the mudslides roar behind us; 
I've done everything 
to re-adjust, be affluent non. 
The streets & maps,
 are skeletons of nylon, 
I made a mistake.

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