Monday, February 7, 2011

Malibu

The cracked old streets
less inviting under the
gray skies,
cold stares inside warm cars
as the wheels turn like
gears in the head
The machine, not well-oiled,
and rusted at the core, still
taking turns, ready to crash,
seemingly against the wind,
as the meshing of humanity
collides like a 10 car
pile-up
Pay attention to the
proles, you engines of the
economy,
Before your streets run
red instead of black
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