234,713th TerraceA Poem by Esoteric StrandA poem about the unenthralling adventures of Ballsy Eunuch...wait, that has nothing to do with this poem at all...oh well, too late to hit the backspace.China builds these giant, empty cities. Apartment towers for no one, because no one can pay. Expensive Expansive Even the ghosts can’t afford it. On second thought, I take that back. Maybe there’s just one living soul manning a shop, watching the clock, waiting for unarriving customer steps. And every flitting shadow is a skinny pigeon. He edits the Ming Dynasty antiques sign. Only lofty gods could spot this sale, or someone with Google-Earth savy. … Sometimes I feel like this: Tantalized by the overpriced. A distant, shimmering thing. So I make the effort, do the time. Inexorably drawn like a California goldrush, or pilgrimage to the Holy Land. And for what ? To gaze from a terrace high only to watch my reflection stare back. © 2011 Esoteric StrandReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 14, 2011 Last Updated on April 14, 2011 AuthorEsoteric StrandFresno, CAAboutOriginally from Fresno, California. Inspirations come from a wide array of sources: nature, faith, fatherhood, the occult, mythology, pop culture and Italian horror movies. GENERAL LIKES: Blac.. more..Writing
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