Rellenar las ausencias
You are the nighttime devil’s semis
burning down the warehouse road
crashing through potholes in dropped toolbox cacophony
echoes off walls,
clanging.
I know it’s your
poltergeist locomotion
death driving a furnace
fueled by suicide
driven to death.
Obsession pushes my head under water.
A junkyard dog mutters nightmares lodged in his throat.
The harbinger left.
I wait.
-JR
Jared Roscoe
David Feinstein
Sarah
3 responses so far ↓
David Feinstein // May 22, 2009 at 6:39 pm |
How a poem can be both a poem and a metal anthem.
This needs a music video.
Sarah // May 23, 2009 at 4:52 pm |
word, dave. i love the phrase “poltergeist locomotion death.”
Jared Roscoe // May 24, 2009 at 7:44 pm |
Maybe a skeleton driving a semi that’s on fire and crashing into warehouses and whatever else is on/near the road!