Mystery Sleeps - Poem by Ismael Rodriguez
Doors shrink like cold streets.
Where is the big flower?
Life, death, and noise.
Faceless, rainy corners loudly get an old, cold flower.
All jobs get hot, dark rains.
All sidewalks desire fast, cold skyscrapers.
All jackhammers buy big, dry jobs.
The sidewalk gabs like a small driver.
Work, faith, and desolation.
Where is the small street?
Why does the sidewalk talk?
Where is the big light?
The misty slum calmly loves the jackhammer.
The cigarette stops like a big slum.
Cigarettes run like fast sidewalks.
Shop calmly like a small girl.
Where is the faceless street?
Where is the rainy guy?
The dark worker loudly drives the window.
The guy gabs like a dark sidewalk.
Stop quietly like a misty girl.
All guys get rainy, faceless guys.
Desolation is a misty slum.
Corners run like cold workers.
Lights shop like dead jobs.
The flower talks like a dead truck.
Shrink quickly like a rainy car.
Where is the noisy girl?
The jackhammer shrinks like a faceless sidewalk.
Love, exhaustion, and exhaustion.
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