Flares of spiral-light
cry out through expanses—
blossoming conceits,
the luminous threads
of bourgeoise sprawl
in full frontal bloom.

By doubly-mortgaged souls,
asphalt veins strain
against the waves
of reaching ambitions
fleeing urban yesterdays.

I TOUCH THE FUTURE
the words spoke unto no one
as they framed the vanity,
speeding toward homedesigner
pseudo-affluent reality.

Bold words with humble roots
in a much different context,
still powerful yet awkward
plastered to a six-figure SUV—
but in a sense oh so true.

04/03/2004

Posted on 04/03/2004
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