ornamental torment
Thursday, October 06, 2005
i am a ghost,
haunting the bowels of buildings.

i remember the look of chugging smokestacks,
brick turned billowing black,
the moaning whistle of a distant train...

forever my eulogy.

watching you--
restless sleep on borrowed time,
eternities of failure,
thick as fire.

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