as if life were just junk
as if we were just living upon a junk heap
here on this street
without end disturbed by every imaginable sort of noise
merciless how they rupture peace
how they botch up quiet, butcher it
leave it bruised and bleeding
along with litter pitched here and there
in the street, beside the road
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
8:40 p.m. 18.10.09
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