Smoke bellows from
the mouth of a monster.
Crowded by white steel,
encumbered by broken brain,
he growls, hisses, frightens.

Igniting more papers, leaves,
rubberized feet walk him
to strange lands,
seeing exploding thoughts,
waiting for the end to come.

It’s a joke,
a cruel prank played
by some immature sadist.

Sunlight burns.
Blue skies
sing blues in the rhythm
of hot humidity
and
poor black faces.

Laugher is noise which
reverberates like lava
covering his being.

Why is existence?
The future holds no hope
and
the past pushes narcotics
into his brain,
his broken brain.

COPYRIGHT 2006 by Michael Bonanno

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