Industrialist luster just faded
like lust in the jaded jaundiced bowels
of the empire that fails to howl at a moon that meshes its excrament
with the baseline of the capital’s precipice
the rest of us arrested just cause our development sprouts like subversive
weeds in a garden garnished with privatized prisons
and private eyes livin’
on every other brandished block pokin out like blackened eyes of a lifeless beast
that only eats eats eats
as the hapless victims plant their stock in a bank:rupt(uring) system
internal bleeding runs amuck
industrialist luster just faded
like flattops of rooftops where the fumes and smoke cropped
the residue of the machines rigor mortis
in the breathy passageways of flattoped youth cropped
in the tenements that tend to mince emotions
a vapid ocean
was the wasteland
industrialist luster just faded into grey smoke that choked the breath
of the nuts and bolts that helped it find its groove till….
the groove broke into a bric a brac krikkrakkrikkrak
mechanistic motions awry
stumbling and fumbling
no time to say sorry