Crumbling Utopian Pipedream
I dream
of fire and rubble
dominating
the landscape,
of city streets
bathed in chaos
and confusion,
of asphalt and cinder blocks
baptized in destruction
as our sins
and self sabotage
wash down gutter,
of rebirth
found
in the purge
of a crumbling
utopian pipedream
that never materialized
into anything
other than pain
and deceit.
From this wreckage
we can start anew
as the lies,
booze,
drugs,
death,
two dollar tricks,
and trash
all recede
into spectral past,
left behind
with children
as forgotten dreams
climb from decay
to reclaim
all of us
unworthy savages.
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