The Rooftop

January 9, 2008
A dark suffocating alleyway, a tunnel path
A secret kept walls
Bursting mold
Bursting truth
Behind rust, stairs smile
Missing teeth
Outside, bustling crowd
Pay no attention
The spider in its crack web
But he sees all
One eye on a cold meter ticking
Four eyes on feet tenderizing the concrete
Three eyes floating from screeching car
Scuttering imps
Throwing chaos in the street.

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