Saturday, August 9, 2014

Poem by Leigh Giza

Ephemeral arteries
Invisible conductors
Turning the stiles
Restraining and retraining
The water in the gound
So that it will perk
Where it should be still
Until nobody thinks it’s
Unusual any more.

Commuter virus
Infects the system
Emergency brake
Squeals, squelches the panic
But it can’t make this train move
In reverse
So we sit
In the darkness, waiting for
Live streams
Feed our oceanic appetite for
Cultured pearls of
Corruptible, tainted
With untruths and type-os
All the Type O blood
In the world won’t
Save us now from
Going off the rails.

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