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Citrus Smith

For society's pipes

By Tanner PeifferPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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A clockwork orange citrus smith

With glassworks in the pipes

Choosing the River of least defense

And attacking indigo light

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An abuse of the less than innocent

Sends blood drained down the pipes

Choosing the trough of least expense

For the skinniest herd tonight

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A floorboard creaking as it’s lifted

Over the attic pipes

Choosing the aqueduct under the vent

To invite a few cracks of light

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Into the room with LEDs that line its stucco walls

Like corpses shells with souls of light gone radiant to dim

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Holding the broom that never sweeps and splinters on the floor

To memorize our future like a psychic phantom limb

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The past is in the foyer with a grandfather welcoming in

A layer of dust and cobwebs over frames of old ambition

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And even with a present moment gifted by reflection

In the search for flame we ended up exploding our ignition

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Arteries twist around themselves

In a self-destructive knot

Typical to the outside world

While nutrients are caught

Anatomy dies in darkness

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Authorities plot among themselves

In a self-protective lot

Dismissive of the outside world

As criminals are caught?

Democracy dies in darkness

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About the Creator

Tanner Peiffer

I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.

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