Wednesday, October 30, 2013

singularity, pleasure, dive
into hope of income or happiness.
Believe in a slogan that shouts
from a melted metal sign on rotting planks
or a recruiter dressed in animal pelt that stinks.

Hope reeks like fumes from burnt plastic
animal figurines. Their molten black drips
divert my attention and the noise blares and blares.

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