The local car plant streatches more than a mile along Ark Rd S in O-Sha-Wa. I had occassion to walk by there yesterday...
With gas at all time high one wonders who such installations really serve . . .
walking down the street tuesday morning
following the angles of the grid.
uphill, downhill, half right
hard left
cross at the light
cross again
cross the street once more.
down past the auto plant with
its many and precise angles
the angularity of
its architecture
hypnotise the masses
invading alien
overwhelming
native intelligence
with the angularity
of its many angled exterior.
the angles on the factory
echo
the angles of the grid.
the grid exists for
the factory’s benefit.
the workers exist
for the factory’s benefit.
the streets exist
for the factory’s benefit.
the world exists
for whose benefit?
hard right
half left, ,up hill, down hill
past the angularity of the auto plant
walking down the street tuesday morning
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At least you're saving gas by hoofing it (like me). Thought provoking, especially
"...the grid exists for
the factory's benefit
the workers exist
for the factory's benefit
the streets exist
for the factory's benefit
the world exists
for whose benefit?..."
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At least you're saving gas by hoofing it (like me). Thought provoking, especially
"...the grid exists for
the factory's benefit
the workers exist
for the factory's benefit
the streets exist
for the factory's benefit
the world exists
for whose benefit?..."
Well done, Poet!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)