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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.
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.
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