Oct 08, 2008 18:11
Butterflies for Psyclop
your world is back to chaos
"can I help you find anything?"
walls stumbled into each other
the masonry crushed the architects
"I assure you, our quality is the best"
buildings, they naturally succumb,
and earth cascades back into earth
"every detail is perfectly preserved"
in your shadow lingers a dust storm
"yes, please, take a look..."
in your footsteps I am trapped
"alright, let's ring you up"
the sign perched atop this mountain of rubble,
"Orientalis Sichuana,"
hides me from the sun.
the steel beams bent like weeds against the wind,
"stainless steel pins, handcrafted,"
protrude from my back.
the asphalt cracked, an underbelly of jagged scales
"and papyrus paper, Egyptian style"
slowly skins my feet.
the debris dries thick over my face
"sir, don't you want your change?"
in patterns streaming down my cheeks
"thank you! have a nice day!"
so don't point that thing at me
poetry