9/15/2009

-scape

Streetlights reflect this way and that
off of mirrored storefront windows,
switchblades, and authoritative gun
barrels.
Someone screams stop but
only sighs arrive over lightning quick
communications, radio waves and
telephone cables.
Someone reflects on
the way such a bad day goes, when
the sink and the floor shiver with such
cold porcelain glances.
Eyes widen to the light.
No one notices the payphone ringing
in the background
or the dirty child who
answers it

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