The Poetic Beauty of Urban Decay

 Matter is plastic in the face of Mind.

— Philip K. Dick

 

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& dark and dank inside the dream/

of big shivas/ & gleaming icons/

of memories crossing the frontier/

looking for flickering landmarks/

hands above the shadows/ dry

beyond the light/ I summon bright

monsters against the cruel family!/

I summon bright monsters against

some devil’s sinister leer/ & we stroke

mammoth signs on the flowers – – –


Family of Babylon – nature guts
your love of the copious dollar bill
as the fool’s going past in a different light.

 

so dazzling in the grave the demon

has died/ scared/ unseeing/ turning

away/ all his wounds/ in front/ you

excrete a trace of sadness/ as coffins

splinter under the weight of the

curious earth – – –

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Peter Bies © 2010

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