Durham, etc. Blues [pt. 19] (debris, imitation)
19
awakening,
she replays you her nightmare
discovering,
I find another set of bare-
bones blueprints, burnt
to cinders
unwrapping,
the day light unveils yet
another gate slammed shut
decomposing,
scribbling ammunition verse
in a McDonald’s booth sipping tea
emulating
words in vain, in the guise
of the monoliths before me
mad ones beckon
