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 Day Off, ATL (7/9/08)
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| Toxic |  Mon Sep 30 2013, 12:57am |  |
|  Joined: Sun Jul 28 2013, 11:39pm Posts: 992 | Here’s a bit of some writings from this AM. Bit dark, but I’m digging it, I think.
The Wrecking Ball
When I finally find my way to the street it’s barely noon. Atlanta, and the sweat it’s bathed in, spill onto and around me, proving there is rarely justice for a night with no sleep. It’s one of those afternoons. The kind that bleed from the dawn, from the midnight, from the sunset of the day before. Now, steeped in the simplicity of disconnect, I watch the window washers, the crane operators and cab drivers. The pink, perfect blossoms hang from branches of trees whose names I never took the time to learn. I wait for angels, but settle for coffee with cream and sugar instead. Anything to change a pulse.
The crane swings.
Pieces, pieces
Pieces of noble brick
Crumble
Helplessly, reborn as sand
A wrecking ball is a strange place to search for mercy.
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