An Insidious Comic
I become illiterate here,
lose the knowledge or thirst for words--
succumb to a simple sensory shot on a beam of light,
sprung from a tunnel into
a noisy jargon of steel lapped steel--
a trek of words streaming across a building,
bubbling in neon over brick
as symbols and unattached sentences
tint through night and day,
on the road, and subway rails in a great grey rush,
of Les Miserables, Phantoms, and Operas.
But some places are better left unread--
like here on the outskirts;
roads sucked dry by the sun,
where walls scream after gone roofs, curl up camouflaged behind a crop of graffiti,
and weep in weeds over weathered signs.
There are stories told in the scroll of battered buildings,
among the flashing shutters of yellow tape and brownstone;
in the splayed figure by a doorway stretched like an empty
yellow speech balloon; her silent screams spilling over sidewalks
among the unintended elegies of chalk rainbows and hearts--
another cacophony of unread words.









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"Fucking vampires. Fuck them with a cactus." - *Lindowyn
*Adopt-A-Writer *DailyDeviants *devCRIT `seniormentors =Trashrock *Writers-Workshop
Windows 2000 is NOT a virus! Viruses are small and efficient.
Spread the love, your friend
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
I must apologize for my near nonexistence, it's getting to crunch time in school, and my western civ professor is piling it on mercilessly.
The good news is when classes are done, I should have an abundance of time to spend on Devart, catch up on critiques, and writing.
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I crave cocoa when the wind hits my door; classic conditioning.
You should try not to live too much, you could end up dying.
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
I just wanted to thank you for the
:heart `leoraigarath
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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Love you all...
I'm a founder of =ShadowDeviantsClub
Marta
I wish you the most beautiful Christmas/Hanukkah/Other holiday I cant think of! I really hope this holiday will be as beautiful as it should, filled with light and joy, happiness and most importantly- love
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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I crave cocoa when the wind hits my door; classic conditioning.
You should try not to live too much, you could end up dying.
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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