Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Concrete Viruses

To the urbanites
The few leaves
Only shade
The concrete
And the breeze,
Carries rotten garbage
Madness slithers
Over my itching skin
Nihilism and viruses
Looking for a way in
For an orifice to infect
Wasting time, neglect
Time, oh this
Precious time
Trickling between
My careful fingers
Dazzled by these
Painted so uniformly

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