unexpectedly the light rail train
he rode spun through several tunnels that disoriented himnot that he minded staccato daylight amber electric light stark blackbarred
shadows thrown by trestles above fast walls close enough to touch if it werent
for the glass between them
then emerging breathtakingly
into the sunlightbirth
sunlight banging hard if
it had sound it would sound like a blown tire flapping violently in a
wheelwell banging hard off vibrant LatinMexican
colours too close to actually make out
the mural the graffiti he
wondered which interrupted the other and before passing
into the next tunnel
he spied on the pitted concrete block wall painted in white DEATH FEELS CLOSE
he spied on the pitted concrete block wall painted in white DEATH FEELS CLOSE
one word over the other stacked
like a tombstone
DEATH FEELS CLOSE
there were dirtywhte grinning
skullsrheumy eyeballs suspended in black hollow sockets
phantasmagoric plants and beasts feasting
on severed body partssucking bones phallic black and silver handguns wet knives
scarred machetes howlsOoooooo paintedprinted with lush yellows greens and gray ash
he had the impression of an American
jungle a jungle overgrowing a failed city a civilisation
DEATH FEELS CLOSE
a pronouncement an incantation theirs for him for anyone who saw
orange sand swept by coolblue
waves
tipped lit by the sun
like candle flames
hued
he preferred to think the light was the sun
because there is a sun were Death
presides
1515, Thursday,
16 5. 19
1447, Day-between-Two-Ts, 29 5.
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