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Local Tar Pits
The sun beats down in retribution
Wilting all resolve
And the best intentions melt away
The heat has its way with city streets
The asphalt softening
The intersections reduced to tar
A trap for the deranged and drunk
Fuming behind the wheel
Now slowly sinking into black depths
All the way to the molten core
All those cries of fury and disdain
Now muffled in slow depths
And serenity, so long forgotten
Settles on the cooling ground
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Peace along the avenue
And quiet in the cul-de-sac
The sprinklers chime in as darkness falls
The mist felt as crows retire
And a warlock returns home.
Wilting all resolve
And the best intentions melt away
The heat has its way with city streets
The asphalt softening
The intersections reduced to tar
A trap for the deranged and drunk
Fuming behind the wheel
Now slowly sinking into black depths
All the way to the molten core
All those cries of fury and disdain
Now muffled in slow depths
And serenity, so long forgotten
Settles on the cooling ground
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Peace along the avenue
And quiet in the cul-de-sac
The sprinklers chime in as darkness falls
The mist felt as crows retire
And a warlock returns home.
Published 26th Jul 2016
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Gosh Crow, this is one of my favorites from you. I love the beauty of the busy roads and streets dying and finding serenity when the sun is setting on the paths of pavement welcoming you home. (...at least that's my interpretation... I could be completely wrong with where you were going in this ink, but blame it on Tuesday(s), it's usually my 'can't comprehend shit day')
Love this...
Love this...
26th Jul 2016 8:00pm
That's a valid interpretation, lighter than what I had in mind but I'm easy. The tar pits are a bad sign but there's still a chance to find a moment's peace getting back home. I got the idea watching a traffic jam at a nearby intersection, all those horns and fury. That, and the weather's been so frickin' hot that the asphalt-to-tar reduction doesn't seem all that farfetched. Thanks so much for the sweet comment and listing Rain.
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26th Jul 2016 9:29pm
This piece reminds me of our inner beings. How the mind races, the thoughts being so potent and all consuming, the emotions heightened...and then suddenly...all slowly begins to calm, once that moment of quiet and serenity is found.
The imagery is quite amazing.
I truly enjoyed it.
The imagery is quite amazing.
I truly enjoyed it.
26th Jul 2016 9:50pm
Great comment, Heart. The thoughts and emotions are the undercurrent to a fairly lurid fantasy of urban malaise. It's still a matter of finding peace at the end of the day, however possible. Thank you!
26th Jul 2016 9:30pm
My first discovery on this site. Wonderful imagery, looking forward to more. :)
26th Jul 2016 9:51pm
26th Jul 2016 10:59pm
Sir Crow I love this one I envisioned the cars sinking all the way to hell.. as the city streets now free of traffic resumed their peace..
dark inking indeed :)
love Crim
dark inking indeed :)
love Crim
27th Jul 2016 4:43am
Felt like i was there stuck in traffic with the horns blaring...Excellent Ink Crowfly..really enjoyed the imagery
27th Jul 2016 7:03am
i shall meditate on this
when stuck in peak time traffic...
... loved it, mister crow
when stuck in peak time traffic...
... loved it, mister crow
27th Jul 2016 9:46pm
Crow, your piece is packed with awesome imagery. Wouldn't it be nice if all those things and people who maliciously disrupt our serenity would sink into sticky, stinky oblivion. Bravo sir Crow!
