Poem: Industry's Backbone
May. 7th, 2018 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sherlockian_synShooting up
like a stiff spine
out of the ground,
pinpointing just where
I am.
The Corner of
Industrial & Ten Seventy
West.
As if I had no clue.
This barren wasteland
of broken fuel pumps,
fat, white stacks that may
be empty or full of
Chevron gasoline.
In daylight, a reminder.
At night, haunting.
Driving past on another
aimless evening, my car
rattles loudly as if it can
smell the stale gasoline
on the wind. Industrial
Road reminds me of home,
back streets littered with
auto carcasses.
Another sign.
Another spine.
like a stiff spine
out of the ground,
pinpointing just where
I am.
The Corner of
Industrial & Ten Seventy
West.
As if I had no clue.
This barren wasteland
of broken fuel pumps,
fat, white stacks that may
be empty or full of
Chevron gasoline.
In daylight, a reminder.
At night, haunting.
Driving past on another
aimless evening, my car
rattles loudly as if it can
smell the stale gasoline
on the wind. Industrial
Road reminds me of home,
back streets littered with
auto carcasses.
Another sign.
Another spine.
