gone, street-sweeping

rushing water runs around
rustling leaves on city trees
in a deep velveteen symphony

a clanging pipe rarely tolls,
the soft struck bell of a lifeboat
searching for survivors
where none exist,
only the ever-present hum
of peach fluorescence;

60 whole hertz of pseudo silence
to send me running
through magnetic fields
leaping and bounding
like The Sound of Music 2k9

silence exists only in the mind,
and scarcely there

here,
there
is none

here,
we live like windmills;
our hearts at the center
bodies spinning round and round,
arms and legs out
at the wind's will

here,
we live like rusted segments
of a serpentine machine;
oft oiled but always thirsty
screeching arthritic
and billowing black clouds
to drown out the sunshine

"At least we are safe
from the damaging rays."

hideous snake
grind your bare belly
across the jagged stasis
and slither straight into the furnace
you are disposable.