Aimee Delong - February 2009
 

PLUGGED POEM #4


This all means everything
Or nothing
I look around
Probably nothing
At bus advertisements

Glossy things on paper.
The darkness that was the twilight
That was the haze
That was something of an enigma at ten this morning
That was the light that stepped out during prime raping hours
That was the darkness.

The city dies with life
Too much death to die in a city
That tries so hard to be immortal
I become one of
Many other people who stare more aimlessly than they would
If they could see themselves in a mirror
In the morning going to work
A job that orchestrates all their bitching
And moaning
That tightens their minds during sex.

A city where you can be rich for a night


Aimee DeLong writes fiction. Her work has appeared in such places as Hotel St. George Press, Cherry Bleeds, Lit Chaos, Yellow Mama and 3:AM. She is also the winner of the 2008 Famas Poetry Prize. Check out her website at www.aimeedelong.com. It's a total party.