Blackout Blues
Yeah, the lights
are out
the masses are
moving, moving
but to where?
Children play in city parks
while
their elders
fret about
the weather
the electro - mechanical techno
dream we live
with
melts like ice
on a sunny day
Yes, and molten dreams
are the stuff
of everyday
reality
here in the heart
of the asphalt
homeland
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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