pane cracked views

ghost town tanka

of desperation,
dim rooms moan obscenities.
drafts seep through pane-cracked
views of black miry canals.
alert sirens. empty streets.

What I’m Reading:

“We must learn to become conservationists of memory. Otherwise, this damage we have done to our planet will cost us our past, as it may have already cost us our future. And without a past or a future, what are we? Nothing. A flickering violence of a species, here such a short time, insatiable, then gone.”

— Omar El Akkad / “Faster Than We Thought”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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