World on FireA Poem by PerditionPlane overhead like a bad idea Like a slap Cowering towards you in a fearsome slow-mow Walking slump seeded into a taut-blue mind of brothel Dead legged Hair drunk Flowers In the valley of a stye Gangs gravitating in a silent hallway Child size revolution Indian winter I want to crawl inside of your pains Over my shivering knees Drive street-drunk Tell the cop, "I love him" Look up into my rearview mirror and see the future Fist pounding from the trunk Death broken alive in the unspoken Bulletin turn of wheels Crowning in our rubber-stoned petrify Crested in the rationale of flames An un-spun century freed in Anti Anthropocentric © 2014 PerditionReviews
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