Inwards
Mark Sokolowski

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Interjections along the essence of the seven:
a minority of houses
juts out against the rocks
to sell the black gold
and give rest for its devout followers;

The stacks, sullen, spewed smoke
which hung through the air in
a motionless limbo
paining through indecision: which way
to curl its sulphurous fingers?

A myriad of similitude,
red brick sprawled out for miles
along the artery of the dollar
differentiated by shutters
or hoops or painted doors;

Crooked glass
crooked glass
houses crooked suits and
crooked ties;

Skyscraper skyscraper
scrape me some sky
engineered forests
for engineered lives;

The lugubrious squalor
of material heaven
squawks incessantly
amongst the
concrete architects
and profit margins of
the business sector;

The sun in all its
setting splendor
sinks below the sordid skyline
and waits.







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