Fire grabbing at the air unscorched
A colony of ants slowly tearing flesh
The ride rolling in on the beach at sunrise
Rain heavily sliding down a windshield,
like a mudslide on an ice skating rink
The rotting teeth of a bulimic beauty
Track marks in the shape of a cross,
on arms attached to hands that pray to god,
for another hit of the holy communion
Towering gardens of sunflowers,
trying to compete with concrete giants,
but never coming close
Lights of a traffic jam at night
The poetry of a kid uncomfortable in his own skin
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