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Tue 9 Dec, 2003 01:54 am
The early night sky hangs over the metropolitan like black paint.
Its lighting against resembles excess water greyed as it rolls down the page back into the city.
Bound through pavement, traffic order body functions breathing down a highway turnoff.
Enter through its vessels into the neighbourhood, along the street of parked cars and lines of television seen through window feeding. There’s a buzz out here beating a drum underwater.
This piece reminds me of 'Beat' poetry, along the lines of Kerouac or Ferlinghetti. Nice.