Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Poems for The Crucible
The Foundry
Artisans of industry
casting sculptures of infamy
elemental bursts of flame
molten and melted,
oozing pillows of glass and iron
red hot drop in a pool of steam
masked art deco men tooling
crude and cumbersome crafts
revealing the imagined form
birthing butterflys from bricks must give one kicks
The Furnace
Latex and eye liner
timid exhibitionists
playing with fire
the culture of counter
building social connection
under the spinning lights
a place to belong
and feel the same
in being different
the unsucked and pierced tongue
speaks loud and clear
what seems so far, is often near
Artisans of industry
casting sculptures of infamy
elemental bursts of flame
molten and melted,
oozing pillows of glass and iron
red hot drop in a pool of steam
masked art deco men tooling
crude and cumbersome crafts
revealing the imagined form
birthing butterflys from bricks must give one kicks
The Furnace
Latex and eye liner
timid exhibitionists
playing with fire
the culture of counter
building social connection
under the spinning lights
a place to belong
and feel the same
in being different
the unsucked and pierced tongue
speaks loud and clear
what seems so far, is often near
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