Beautiful apartment building, your veins suck
History from the concrete, the sky ferments
Around you into clouds, a sick whiskey of dead furniture,
Contaminated dreams and trees resigned to failure.
I skirmish your Laundromat, the whip of wet shirts
Humiliation of beech towels molding into strands of hair.
Oh obscurer of helicopters and gales, chop of the evil
Of the moguls of retirement, the hordes in white hair
Devilish like the Hun, scourging vacation time
With interstates, the commerce of bloodied feet
On wave white coral, refreshments of blood like taillights.
Invincible, invincible shadow, cornice against death,
Muscle of crumbling ascent, forty years gone to pot,
My resurrection, my deckchair Jerusalem.
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