Eating Air Poem by Jeff Rushton
Eating Air
The shaded dream, window opening to a ream of concrete scene
Vision through blurred screen, a free pass to a play, long since closed, condemned, Dead
Sound and words of foreign cacophony, rhetoric of an unknown continent
Conversation without contemplation valuation, words of wisdom for excretion
Construction absent foundation, the man without a bone in his body
What Remains?
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