a tale of two suburbs
walden freeman
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a spool of thread begins unwinding itself after a hard day
unaware of the end which must come to all things
a sequel to the titanic set
on the sulfur lakes of hell
as a band plays baroque pop-rock
and our ears, like soda
begin to blow up
as an urban legend might have prophesized
while the whistling hot water reminds us
to uncross our legs and run
to the nearest window
and look for the morning . . .
unaware of the end which must come to all things
a sequel to the titanic set
on the sulfur lakes of hell
as a band plays baroque pop-rock
and our ears, like soda
begin to blow up
as an urban legend might have prophesized
while the whistling hot water reminds us
to uncross our legs and run
to the nearest window
and look for the morning . . .
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Seriously though, Nice poem.