THE ANGRY WORLD: Night Drive in Boiler City

On a chilly November night

the rancid furnace factory fortress

birthed monsters from its sour belly

Spring loaded from diabolical netherworlds

their slimy tentacles strangled City Hall demons

Radio waves were clogged with conjecture

Refurbished mannequins on the tv news

vomited fictional political conspiracies

Like the nefarious Empires before it

Boiler City fell

I drive at night

scouring for food and bytes of data

Gun fully loaded

Brain sputtering on fumes

I hear sounds in the darkness

unholy siren songs

Sideshow Freaks patrol the muted landscape

Insane things on the side of the road

hold up numerous thumbs

Scheming for a ride


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