Someday...
when my life has passed me by
I'll lay around and wonder
why
you were always there
for me
one way…
in the eyes of a passerby
i'll look around for another try
and fade away…
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This one was something that I’ve been chipping away at for months.
Instant Flushes and Mercury Bloodstreams Over Easy, while largely a character portrait, is a tribute to the little towns—-blips on the radar that rolled their dice, showed their deck against orders or a better sense of judgement and as a consequence died young. In the early to mid 20th century it was common for such places, particularly those who harbored, or even coveted, tourism and industry to have a human mascot—a metaphor for the people, the jukebox and mambo of lathes or shellac records that tracked, stuck like a clear-coat to the pavement and the faces, either shuffling or slicking down avenues, looking for, or trying to work, graph, weld, rivet away a spell.
The Salton Sea fell into neither construction nor true recreation—it was purely artificial, created in the early 1900s by a lapse of judgement from the Los Angeles engineers constructing the now-vital feeder lines for the city's aqueduct and the failure of the Southern Pacific Railroad maintenance of way employees downstream manning the levees that resulted in a massive, uncontrolled torrent of water released from the Colorado River, the gush only pooling up to settle in an surrogate host of an ancient lakebed, that, while pulling in thousands of people in the fifties and sixties (itself a time filled with misspent optimism/steps towards progress that forgone long-term issues for short term gain) would eventually guarantee—by nature of its positioning and location—to poison its waters via agricultural runoff and salinity.
Thank you so much to NotAnOligarch and
Vishardsh for the critique.