Busy Street
crosscurrents of obdurate rubber.
to pull a smile out of the faces
is to yank the nerves of a marionette.
a seethe of the similar
has reduced even geniuses
to parrots stanchioned in asphalt lines.
the only iotas of truth--
twitches in brow, cheek or chin--
come and go like minnows
scattering from deep sea jaws.
solemn
so solemn the steadfast norm.
flatline mouths in cubes.
culture, fashion, human
crammed into the same.
the same.
the same single silent alphabet.
the same confined monosyllabic stress.
this spectacle of docile drudgery.
these machines orchestrating
face, throat, tongue, heart,
mind.
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