poetry

August Apocalypse

By August 15, 2009No Comments

Beauty in my review mirror

Squinting nonchalant into the sun

Friday

5 o’clock traffic

Head cocked in half thought

Lips shaping the lyrics to some song

 

Beauty but a bumper away

Shifting lanes

Parts the pestilential smog

Drifts indifferent

through scorned swarms

 

Tousled hair haloed in the blaze

Serenity sweeping

through August apocalypse

Framed where

(just a moment before)

A haggard woman had stalled

Fag snared in grimace

Fake nails drumming choruses

of radio ditties on an aluminium door

 

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