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Cityscape's Morbidity

 
The cityscape's morbidity comes into bloom  
and I can't forget all the rubbing of scars
and the "there there" I'll fix you with a selfish heart;
I'll miss you when I can't push in you  
because even when you frown beneath me  
you wriggle and squirm as though your wings  
never existed.  
 
We paint God's eyes on our eyelids  
close our eyes,  
become Aztec gold returned,  
slowly unraveled from soft, Spanish cloth.  
Life is love and love is flesh going nowhere  
because we're convinced that all we need  
is wrapped for us in a parcel of skin.  
 
These roads are veins that take our freedom  
constantly returning us to the city's heart.  
 
The cityscape's morbidity comes into bloom  
and the illusions are growing quicker than concrete.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2012
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