a poem with many dark images, please comment.
blue bottle of orchid pills,
hectic hours beneath
highway bridges
colour streaming by
our gentle nights,
the few remaining shadows
till dawn
the livery paste
of the face of
the dead
lifted up, misshapen
and screaming obscene
gestures
the automobile coated
in thick shiny oil, shining
in delirious afternoons
and reflecting streetlights
after dark
- our world as a single
entity
in its emplacement
upon cosmic brow -
the silence in the car
was like an impact
after the noise outside,
and the uneven streetlamps
like a vision of hell
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