Sleeping Inside The Angel

man standing near snow field
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again

winding buildings
fold and rest
in a forest of splintered neon trails
wrapped and coiled in
arbitrary collections

phantoms cast shadows
underneath the glow of smoldering white windows
the monolithic eyes of gnarled hands
pluck their attention
with deliberate purpose

wading through concrete jungles
garbage roads
through this waterfall of noise
rivers of shambling no-names
all gathered in curious clusters
scraping beside
bamboo lead pipes

screens reflecting fantasies
vision girls brushing their fingertips on one-way mirrors
the blackest nights
punctuated by digital glasses
all looking in
and over
and running over
every inch
of skin

around dark circles
and darker passages
underneath lime-tinted moons
between pillars shooting into starless skies
conversations between voices
without strangers attached
to them

moods
pressed into quivering palms
and kissed
with palpitating lips
looking at horizons located beneath
grids

empty rooms
and lonely people
plugged into happy moments
and crying

JD – This poem is about a nightmare about the future. 

© JD Jurado 2019 all rights reserved.

#poems #poetry #art #creativewriting #stories #Mondaymoods

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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