The Great Depression (pt. II)
By Brad Kelly
Brick and mortar reflect my thoughts. Cold, a forgettable element of a boring scene. The truth swallows me up no matter what helpful slogan I whisper softly. And even forgotten failures, expand and contract at random. Trying desperately to think of the world as illusion. As a fabrication, but it is too sharp-edged and caustic. Too eerily beautiful to be anything I can change.This piece does go along with part 1, but the connection is hardly visible. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 02:50 PM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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