(from an ) Armored Truck

 
 
 
insomnia ripples thru the
courses of every'night, no
body seeks for trying (to
sleep, to rest).
Hell's life
holds up
in ways never
thought for extinction's
wild ride to outer affairs.
What
are you being punished
for, young man turned
old ? with a bastardly
glow in a gilded  gold'en
phenomena, racked with
heavy poison 'til Life seems
unlivable under any terms,
as would the armored
truck and it's treasures
flying awry up'n'down the
expired highway, when they
found there was no one
             h o m e .
 
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