Sunday, August 24, 2008

With Eyes Closed

I could hear it rumbling like an 18 wheel truck making its way down a Los Angeles poorly maintained street.

The ungodly concrete lay cold, coarse and helpless as the roots of the Ficus trees traversed just beneath its belly premeditatedly to malign it's hardened arrogance with multiple fractures.









6 comments:

Xem VanAdams-Lumumba said...

What Does it FEEL Like?

thegayte-keeper said...

Yeah I wanna know...

D-Place said...

It felt like seconds before antebellum

Chet said...

You are saying it felt like war was taking place.

fuzzy said...

WoW, um, ok! Sounds like something real serious!

Moanerplicity said...

Very vividly expressed & tres *literary*, too.

One.