Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Calling All Choruses

Post traumatic stress coming out of the wreck
Emotional details dovetail
Hell on hand , hope ejects,
The train coming, roped to the rail.

The past like a light bulb in a bare room.
Police pleasers in place.
Big bangs and micro-booms
With a military-industrial embrace.

Touches of tyranny with tears tearing open
The pain centre in the brain.
The technicians , when they're off duty , become gluttons
Giving the shivers to the naive on lover's lane.

Calling all choruses.
Keep thumping on the thesauruses.

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