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Wandering, wondering

Headlights reflect from far away,

Pretending to be the sun

On a landscape punctuated

with green, brown and ugly white

Dickinsonian factories silhouette the sky

'Neath the morning's smouldering smog

Even neon lights cannot transform

A sweat shop into paradise 

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  • facethejam
    October 23, 2008
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    oh my goodness. i love this poem. the other side of the shiny plastic (and neon lights).
    it reminds me of "the valley of ashes" so much from the great gatsby. if you haven't read the book, you should. (valley of ashes is at the beiginning of chap. 2)