Surreal Rendezvous

Surreal Rendezvous

Plants poke from precipitating mud
Overlooking the rocky glass plain
Miles away
From any street main

Blow it up in torrential cascades
Flow the grit and synthetic grains
Caught up in mint wind
No destination not at whim

Bitter small chunks swirl in lumps
Crunching against the paint
Tearing it away from the
Stone and brick walls

Stenciled with cans of chemicals
Mixed with solvent serendipity
Here I know I am alive
Hear this, now I know I am alive

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