|picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Urban-Decay-13-146831019|
Axel is shouting out ‘I don’t need no Civil War’
to drown out rushing cars with hollow shells in control,
the faces in my rearview mirror tempt an instant death
ere I should accidentally catch a glimpse of the life
that reflects in those dull eyes.
A homeless man slowly trundles across the empty vacant lot
where a billboard promises modern offices 2 years ago,
and at the sidewalk the hood of a car of dubious vintage is up
whilst dirty jeans and waving arms proclaim the woes of loss not wanted.
‘Green’ at last, I can leave this place, I can leave these images behind 290 horses,
then feel the wind lift up my hair while the sun throws shadow creatures
at my black sunglasses and the road behind me recedes
into a civil war that’s already begun.