The Sound of Broken Glass
(Tues. Freewrite)
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Something far too satisfying about the sound of breaking glass,
in abandoned parking lots and below the overpass,
the crash and shatter,
a bottles body splattered...
across white and yellow lines,
near the left turn only,
One way,
Double fines in work zones,
broken cassettes,
cds,
and orange cones...
All playing the symphony with honking horns and cellphones.
Something far too satisfying about breaking another's creations,
recalling disturbing feelings of comforting elelation,
inebreation,
and inhibiting our better judgement,
I know where all our better time went.
It's lying in storm drains and ditches,
my release and therapy,
among broken bottles and this is,
jagged gleaming atrocities.
in abandoned parking lots and below the overpass,
the crash and shatter,
a bottles body splattered...
across white and yellow lines,
near the left turn only,
One way,
Double fines in work zones,
broken cassettes,
cds,
and orange cones...
All playing the symphony with honking horns and cellphones.
Something far too satisfying about breaking another's creations,
recalling disturbing feelings of comforting elelation,
inebreation,
and inhibiting our better judgement,
I know where all our better time went.
It's lying in storm drains and ditches,
my release and therapy,
among broken bottles and this is,
jagged gleaming atrocities.
