Monday, August 17, 2009

Con Me next link

Con Me next link

Cold steel slither
to creep very, very

A serpent lumbers long and clunky
escorting its seedy bounty

To a lair of veiled destination

Approaching,
a networking swarm

Smoggy,
the world of the outside is smeared
The innards ablaze
Scattered creepies stitter

Pitch,
a blaze of white flashing pauses

Clustered warm air
Don't look up because they stare

Translucent images
another life

A hard reflective haze

Blinded, darkness
a glare

Blaring defective P.A's permeating the pressing hush

A bounce,
frustration

It regurgitates
Here but not home

We pay too much to get lost

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