"So, what brings you to Macon"?
Oh come all ye fitful, raged crazed and mad.
Slam your cards down on the table, everyone talk at once.
Fifteen voices fill the room, leak through the cracks in the wall.
Spill onto the empty streets, echo and rise off the concrete.
Thick as fog, a cleansing steam, wetting the city walls with the dew made from their speech, their breath, their lips. Their minds.
Wet as rain, wet as beer.
Bittersweet liquid running down the city walls.
Streaking their graffiti, smearing their meaning. Forming dirty gray puddles in their minds.
Julie Green
11/03
Slam your cards down on the table, everyone talk at once.
Fifteen voices fill the room, leak through the cracks in the wall.
Spill onto the empty streets, echo and rise off the concrete.
Thick as fog, a cleansing steam, wetting the city walls with the dew made from their speech, their breath, their lips. Their minds.
Wet as rain, wet as beer.
Bittersweet liquid running down the city walls.
Streaking their graffiti, smearing their meaning. Forming dirty gray puddles in their minds.
Julie Green
11/03