tubular blue plastic houses
shining like snowstorm chrome in the sunlight
apartment complexes stretch
across the Uruguayan coast.
high rises and condos
glass panels and glass balconies
arches and pillars and struts
full of tiny people.
at night,
each window
glows a slightly different colour
if you look into them,
it's like a painting
a secret portal into a cozy
domestic world
some windows show bookshelves,
kitchens, showers, living rooms
posters on the walls
mosaic tiles, photos, clocks...
despite the uniformity
imposed by brick and mortar
despite the uniformity
imposed by an architect's
clinical structure,
the inhabitants of any apartment complex
unconsciously paint their tiny alcoves
with the irreproducible paint of their soul
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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