the asphalt reaches
stretching to nowhere

the sun illuminates
burning flesh, metal and brush

the cars built for speed
sit by the thousands
whine and rot

helpless,
i bathe in frenetic sonance
creeping toward the evening
and its personal oblivion

it's days like these
i wish
for the hand
of an almighty force
to grab hold
of this hopeless stretch of humanity
and
shake it
clean
like a blanket
full
of ticks

and though
it would most certainly
mean my demise,
i'd gladly
punch my card
to take
a couple of the bloodsuckers
with me.

NB @ 10:37 AM

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