The Civilized Basement
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The civilized basement
A collection of spent cigarettes
gather in the corner of a basement.
They whisper to each other
in the language of ash and footprints.
They speak as the small brothers of volcanoes.
They join a conversation
in the bubbly tongues of beer caps,
a language of beings beyond five cent redemption.
The cigarettes are convinced
in the absence of God
when they build their lecture halls
of dust.
They writhe about like severed fingers
among the mold,
under the savage death throes
of boilers and aging pipes.
The bottle caps grow restless
and steal away ambitious cigarettes for axels.
Two caps joined by a cigarette
roll slowly away,
metal against concrete.
Some made pacts with the bloated spiders.
Others fed eternally,
on their reflections in the puddles
dripped by the water pipes.
They lived immune
to the bursts of dawn outside.
While weeds and vines crept
through the crevices of civilization
they passed stories,
in the languid dialects
of creatures unhinged.
A collection of spent cigarettes
gather in the corner of a basement.
They whisper to each other
in the language of ash and footprints.
They speak as the small brothers of volcanoes.
They join a conversation
in the bubbly tongues of beer caps,
a language of beings beyond five cent redemption.
The cigarettes are convinced
in the absence of God
when they build their lecture halls
of dust.
They writhe about like severed fingers
among the mold,
under the savage death throes
of boilers and aging pipes.
The bottle caps grow restless
and steal away ambitious cigarettes for axels.
Two caps joined by a cigarette
roll slowly away,
metal against concrete.
Some made pacts with the bloated spiders.
Others fed eternally,
on their reflections in the puddles
dripped by the water pipes.
They lived immune
to the bursts of dawn outside.
While weeds and vines crept
through the crevices of civilization
they passed stories,
in the languid dialects
of creatures unhinged.
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