Author: Gian-Carlo Carra

Dusk

What a crazy clash of color Is there fire in your eyes? Orange flashes and it crashes As around your face it flies Orange leaping all around you Setting fire to the leaves From the gaps between the buildings And playing off the trunks of trees Through the lilting of your senses Cacophony of motion Orange warfare all around you A fury of emotion Orange sweating Orange swearing You suck in the Orange dust You track the Orange ball With your Orange battle lust And what came before the Orange And how long will Orange last? Trapped within this...

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Prophesy

Around the ferryboat the cloud wall swirls Pulling us through into a different world We left our car on the near side We left the condos, we left the r.v.’s We left the franchise fry pits We just don’t want it, Anymore And while we have no idea what might be waiting on the shore For us, on the far side We choose it over what we know we’re leaving behind. Around the sea kayaks the cloud wall churns With stillness and with silence my heart burns For you, from deep inside Those living islands, floating in the mist...

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The Futurist

I am G-Man, Prince of New Street and I sing the love of danger! With mind and machines so fleet, I smashed my motor coach today On pavements slicked and wet with sleet against another motor coach. Head on our velocities twinned and I felt the rush of power Even as my consciousness dimmed and even as the crunching sounds Of heavy metal and rushing winds echoed in the busy streets. We are formed of struggle and strife and it is here that beauty lies And I shall thrust it like a knife and shout out loud that art...

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The Wood For The Trees

There aren’t any people who sweep anymore Save for a few old women who won’t be here much longer And after they’re gone things will look much poorer And dustier, and grungier, and smell much stronger. But we won’t be here to suffer that fate We’ll move up into the hills where things are much cleaner And we’ll come back on weekends and stay out real late But be glad that we left as the streets are much meaner. When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. –...

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Suburbia

She doesn’t have a car and she lives out in the suburbs I’m sure by now she’s realized that her lot in life’s absurd. He drives their only car, a Grand Am GT, Back and forth to work each day, to and from the city. He drives it really fast, he puts it through its paces, He keeps it nice and clean for display in parking spaces. He ferries her to work, he ferries her to school She wonders if the car in this is the only tool. The car’s home’s a garage that faces on the street Their...

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