everyThing slow(ly) dies
d(own
a-sort of sad melancholy
blanched by the sun--it's white heat gone gray
the trouble seen
with this city is the heat permeating empty space
urban retreat-black beat and broken allegiances
the sprawl of look-alive homes foreclosed
banded boarded up business
memphis heritage kept alive on black and white postcards
50 cents a pop
if only the corner nickel and dime didn't hit bottom-dropped shop
i heard once that a movement as strong as oxen
as slick as oil skin and brazen palms shook loose
rusty southern lungs in this town
picket lines -- racial cries -- and downtown was broil
now this moment is mockery sheen empty street
a great urban sprawling sword slashes at retrograde
signs chipped back in time
promise of renewal
bus stop blues
nested blood
oxygen courtyards
elementary crime
2 comments:
city
streets same like south chi-town, blues brick and bone and cement thick and alone amongst a million mingling chromosome homes and hearts filled with empty purple and blue and noise
kinda wanna see some green (nomoremachine)
empty building is just solid, crunchy air
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