phantom in the machinery by DB Cox -- Part 3 0f 5
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january wind cuts like a chisel through cemetery rows of expired parking meters tombstone reminders that time never sleeps waiting grave markers for this graying prodigal son stumbling done-in down naked streets still unwilling to swap half-worlds of unfillable space & gratuitous suicide for a valid world of comfortable clichés & pipers playing sweet songs of coming home night-clad nomad following feeble streetlights that mark the way from failing grace to an empty room
Part 3 of a 5 part poem
DB Cox is from South Carolina.
You can reach him HERE
Last update : 07-09-2007 13:39
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