soft jazz and carnage by Travis G Finborgi drive with a cold breeze, soft jazz streams through my car I feel transplanted The warm colors of sunset wash the landscape in a brilliant display of warm light a red hue in the distance
The jazz music reaches a sorrowful tempo and the ruddy colors line the near dark streets I drive along I am in a forgotten Scorsese film The red lined streets seem to be coated in a thick sheen of blood
I see violence everywhere I turn an elegant lady trapped in light is a gory picture of a ravaged women covered from head to toe in a grisly splattering of blood
The tranquil Miles Davis is a surreal juxtapostition in this violent scene I am disconnected from the world i float as a witness of hell untouched by any of the depravity a shield of horn and percussion slowly beats around me.
As the light fades from the sky I am rescued from my imagination and wake from my reverie outside the city in a sea of blue and purple the only grim reminder to the scene I witnessed a dieing cow in the distance trapped with a broken leg in a cattle guard. 09/01/2003 Author's Note: workshopped and revised
Posted on 12/28/2003 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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