The Cold Bank Ravens
by G.E. Simons
Cyan blues filter slick
Sick riven waterways
Hubcap orchestras strum rivet rhythms
On idle crane lines
Jagged sprayed jolt studs
On foundry steel drum cakes
In shipyards
Encrusted furnaces
And buffet laid social clubs
Wrought iron powder odour
Dusts a dumb languish
Sods of packed cotton
Baled and meat padded
Idle life lining
In punch drunk waiting rooms
On election routes
In machine decks
Debating over covered billiard tables
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Land of Dope and Gored Dreams...
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You had me at "hubcap orchestras."
Gritty, impressionistic writing.*
I enjoyed your groupings of nouns and modifiers, which were both unexpected and uniquely figurative.