electric co.

            These appliances will never work again,
they were used by idiots.
                          A mechanism snaps savagely
at every coin in slot.
The carpet is so rusty
                        these sailors eat scarabs in the corners.
A face will never make it in this blur.
These phantoms breathe the stench of sweat.
                         If someting should explode
some eyes will surely narrow,
                         perhaps an eyebrow raise.
                                                           Trace amounts.
Eating from the trash again,
              the taste is unfamiliar.
These tabletops are uncomfortable company.
A poison lingers in the putrid air.
                           The glue is toxic.
The tounges become numb.
The wiring will burn this place to cinders.
                             Lightning switch electrocution.
Deathrow duckout.
Timeline terror tone.
             When the money is charged
the carpets are rolled out.
              Everything hums and buzzes.
              Crimewaves break like the heat.
They sharpen like lazers.
The keys work correctly.
Every glass eye shifts momentarily,
              gawking at an ancient give and take.
Weeping tears of irritation,
blinded by the smoke of grinding gears.
No question to pose.
         No answer to give.
When coins ring hollow
         broken bells become headaches.
Every mother shudders.
          Houses creak.
          Cabins catch fevers.
                          Some will even rot to death.


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