May 3, 2010

City, Map, Defeat

Six-story buildings curve ever so slightly down the cobblestone street,

like a movie with no outcome.

Have we passed this garbage pile, you wonder.

Her silence waits like a banana peel.

You feel the soot-covered men loading coal

in the pit of your stomach. 

Repent, they sigh. Backtracking is sacrilege, and 

The piss-ant handing out fliers already remembers your face.

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