By Edmundo D
Submitted by Edmundo D
Date: 2009 Nov 03
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vestiges

Far from it all
the trails of smoke in my eyes
the sound of the bridge's hydraulics
moving the road
out of the way for tugs and their big rusty midget ships
bound for who knows where
with bicycles and stolen cars aboard
reminds me of that thing I feel sometimes
that I am a simple unnamed nothing,
a bait fish
food for mother earth's harvest and rape
a fantasy id and ego
an imaginary temporal reality
that I scratch to hold onto
with breaking and crumbling vestigial finger nailed claws.  
A joke that must not be one
that can't be one.  
That musn't,
less love be as futile.