Mold for CompanyA Poem by Zack Valenta
Opaque green glow on my fly infested home
A foundation of hoarded scraps of metal and wire Circuit boards hooked through Styrofoam and used napkins Bzzzzzzzzz goes the fluorescent tilt of cased steel and bulb The voices of a crashed signal - a crashed station Pumping heavily through through a raccoon's skull Swarmed, unidentified invaders Taking aim at acid-drenched papers Poison vapors, escaping through tarps Above on a formation of pink insulation Are wicked, junkyard angels Playing their harps © 2014 Zack ValentaReviews
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StatsAuthorZack ValentaAbout"To be afraid, unsettled, and debilitated by the placement and use of certain words, always has me invigorated and wanting more. I do love the wickedly dark, the wickedly surreal. The ambiguity is dis.. more..Writing
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