Wednesday, January 12, 2011

5 seconds to detonation

Time stands,

still, staccato

a diseased heart beating its last
all volume evacuates all sound dies-
we stare numbly into the blast
no plans no options left (real or stock)
last commute we’ll see
the radio’s gone dead

last curse and finger at the jerk who cut us off
last cell phone call to a lover who shouldn’t be
last blown kiss to the woman driving the Benz
what’s coming is the shockwave, 
the inevitable cleanse
of urban decay and human wastes

so time stands,

still, staccato

etched forever in that one moment-
in those long shadows-
gods never pondered, stories never told
the twilight of the human soul,
its terrible entwining with destiny unleashed.

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