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From The Floor Of The Rust Belt

The city broods
between relentless steel  
in the shadow and haze.  
 
It uproots every tree ,every plant, every blade of grass.  
The canvass stretches
till pigments rip apart
at the seems.  
 
It loosens the rivets
holding together train tracks and highways  
finely rusted for character-
Becomes clogged, overcrowded in the cracks,  
the color spectrum spreads in all directions.  
 


What could have been has simply ceased.  
The not so average become [/i]very average[/i]  
on the never ending ride to the bottom
of the rust belt.  
 
Inside the lull and function it chooses  
critics carefully, a cult-of-personality carefully.  

The masterpiece is always the engine,  
the hand of brilliance always poisoned.  
 
The city despairs on its own merit.  
It suffers objectively.
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
Published | Edited 1st Jan 2015
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