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Vision Fluorescent sheen on macadam; Nazi tattoos on walls facing abandoned rail tracks; dream-freight entering mountains to the west (carrying away yesterday's mattresses, radios, rubber gloves...): Everything is beautiful because it is ending. Venus burns over the skyline — bright, brighter, straining the heart. In the 7-11 parking lot a retarded man whistles and clicks like a starling next to a busted payphone. Another secret language, gone before it can be deciphered. In the rail yard, she balances on a rail line, naked, arms out, eyes straight ahead, dollar bills pasted across her torso, thighs. This is what I have been waiting for my entire life. Silence trails behind her, pulls me towards her. |
August 2009. Copyright 2River. Please do not use or reproduce without permission. |