redbricked town on mars (poemoff 9)
wipe vibrant vermillion
dust out of your eyes.
leave streaks like mascara
caked on dry cheeks.
your silence is a ghost town
no vegetation lives--not even
a tumbleweed blowing through that
redbricked town on mars.
The title and last line of this poem comes from Zack's "AND REDBROWN—THE COLOR OF."
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2 comments:
The imagery in this poem reminds me of something by Philip K. Dick or Ray Bradbury. Neat.
Hmm. It's funny you should say that since Zack's poem I took the title and the last line from took some stuff from Valis by Philip K. Dick. It's cool that we carried the imagery from that book and through two poems and the Philip K. Dick touch still remained.
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