Cityscape

December 6, 2008

Throbbing, a pulse. Medicated with tranquilizing
pills. break in the artery, veins running low on fuel,
the energy, the electricity, the passion is runaway fast.
white lines grace the tarmac tables, human race snorting up the potential
and shitting out all hope.
Abandonment and thrill,
terror, tremor, throb.

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