garbage fog
By aiwaz
merchandise of flesh and bone styro foam conscience of exasperated heaps sacrcastic neon halo drunks of hangover faith and yellow skin. rusted over unused eyes meat rotting on the hook i took two steps forward and ended up somewhere on the left where the machines grind down mangled gears of prosperity chance in an elephant graveyard of twisted metal gleaming flesh decaying gore of cancer sores that weep into this fog that hangs over my house like an uninvited guest. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:33 AM PST 0 • 1
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"merchandise of flesh and bone..."