Valley of Stone Icons and Swingsets
in the valley of stone icons and swing sets
concrete angels with brightly enameled orange
ribcages crash violently into one another.
They leave cracked cement with crawling
octopus monikers throughout the dirt lines.
stretching always stretching out further.
difficult, strange dandelions with austere stern continence's
remain in between a backyard swing set and a stone madonna
draped in gaudy necklaces.
she is still with child you know..
but those tin gypsies don't seem to mind .
fortune tellers in aluminum trailers
springing up everywhere.
but even they could not foresee
a nickle.
a dime.
or penny me.
turning up looking a little rougher than usual.
drunk again full of the neo-gothic american
wisdom of the dust bowl.
yet still malt liquer filled prophetic transients
stumble and prophesy.
nineveh fell eventually you know..
nineveh fell.....
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2014
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