Good Mourning
Matchstick
To the earth
Awakens
Drowsy malcontents,
Hemmed around
Voyeur sun windows,
Melting dreamscape borders
Into rubber flower schmaltz.
Suburban plastic castles
Unearth
Salted slug insomniacs,
These blood eyed priests
Fidgeting with house keys
And empty hum of conversation,
Awaiting the carpool processional.
Somebody, somewhere
Motors changeover mantras,
Greasing streets
With commuting hell blues.
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