The Killing Machine

The Our Father

Daddy Long-Legs
Moves ToThe City

Desperation Show

the burning jar


american gothic

the presents of loss

ourselves forsaken

our killing machine

salamander pond

Daddy Long-Legs Moves To The City

Daddy Long-Legs isn't used to the city

the smell of asphalt concrete

and the height of the buildings
building claustrophobic brick
on Bethlehem Steel around him.

Through his second floor

window he watches the red ghost lights
of the Number Six slow train
shadowing through honking traffic
jams on cold steel rail ringing

Get out of my way
get out of my way
unwary pedestrian
or I'll run you over!


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