PillarsA Poem by V.B.I took this poem out behind the shed and shot it. Then it followed me back in.
i guess it's about six or seven
when i pull into the parking lot, and the sky itself seems reluctant to submit to a radioactive sunset that's casting the whole evening in a smoky yellow whisper. the spaces are sporadically occupied by some SUVs and a few other nondescript automobiles of the variety that blurs together in the back of your mind (like infinite reiterations of the same grayish nothing, melting into themselves and one another until they spill over into an amorphous mass of metal and rubber that no poet or prophet has yet cared enough to describe) and there's an old man here. hard to say how long that's been true. he's aged somewhere between the twilight of human existence and the quiet chaos of self-perpetuating half-truths about the nature of reincarnation. he's pushing a series of rusted shopping carts, each with a broken wheel in the same corresponding location, allowing for the visibly awkward angle of his exertions. he's got this ragged, barely-held-together, might-once-have-been-blue los angeles dodgers cap on, which he nonchalantly pulls down low to obscure a withered face; thinking, perhaps, his threadbare tangle of brim and nylon a finer relic of bygone days than its owner. he navigates thoughtlessly through the ebb and flow of traffic on the murky blacktop ocean, appearing no more concerned about the proximity of islands for his carts than the cosmic chokehold of preconceived judgments on the lot-- this pollution, which has billowed out of cracked-open car windows (and filtered through a cacophony of fanfares from warring stereos) has spewed forth for what could well be decades by now. it is the sinuous after-effect of a clandestine prejudice that comes standard issue to every ill-tempered, ill-informed god complex that has ever matched my own. © 2011 V.B.Featured Review
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