Confusion
from concrete, crumbles
spray grain dust,
curling light,
crushing spirits that fly, creeps
crimping my dead brain.
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Yet another Dystopia Today shot from the amateur Carl in some very small town (somewhere hidden in the midwest) sometime late in the Summer of 2016.
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#1 by Johnny Alexander on February 21, 2017 - 12:25 am
Well, it’s got all the right colors….
for confusion in the rust belt…
#2 by Carl on February 21, 2017 - 5:30 am
I like all the lines too. I’m not very mechanical. It’s cheating to post pictures with a poem, but it’s also a little gamey, right? If I get it wrong, they know it right away!!!