Sunday, February 26, 2017

Synthetic Hearts

Crystalline stars and polyethylene clouds
She strolled through the dense
paraffin streets at the
tangerine dusk

Her saunter with her gaze
fixed non-existently forward
serenated the onlooking swarms
as she finger picked their
nylon minds
immersed in a composite
mesmerizing muse

She made the singers weep
She made the painters bleed
She made the sculpturers melt

And the poets...
the poets are still trying to find,
in this vast concrete wilderness,
their lost semi-metallic minds
and their neon
synthetic hearts.

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