civilization
by Tim G. Young
is this the end of civilization
is this what i've been thinking of
losing my mind
in a cold bright hallway
moving down to the
room where i waited
for the FBI
or someone a lot smarter than me
could be a case of well preserved corpses
stashed in the back of an el dorado cadillac
then losing my time
not my mind
drifted into neon bar
rich green velveteen booths
matched with red ashtrays
embodied like a fever running
very high temperatures
stuck in third gear
raging into drive
the engine coughs like a smoker
unable to stop while
ice machine spits out
poison like a cobra
on the rocks sharp
and smooth as life.
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I love the way this builds, changes gears. Very effective. Nice close. "Smooth" is great word.
Thank you, Dianne. I love your insights.
That last poisonous image helped make it for me.
Thank you, David.
This has an admirable simple elegance, Tim. Fine work!
Nicely done.
Thanks so much, Todd and Gary.
Nice writing, Tim.
Much appreciated, Foster.
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Love the image of moving down the
cold hallway like moving toward some kind of madness