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above
your worst fence
faces us
in judgement
looming over,
choking love
with hate
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yes, believe
in love
even if
YOU
have none
of this
it will
come to
YOU
believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
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‘headless body
found in topless
bar’ howled the
new york post
42nd st
yawned
the old nyc Grindhouse circuit was my all time favorite back in the day. Now it’s all gone. Corporate and commercial.
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my neighbor
has a
GUN
built a
8 ft high
fence
we like
her even
LESS
life in Gary, IN is always interesting
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lone shoe
in drive
way
screaming boy
dragged to
car should
i have
called
cops
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How proud your colors once – now tied in baling wire, bleached grey weathered tatters dangling.
Captain, my captain, your hull is torn, black bottomed asphalt weighed down as the Forest calls you to water.
Anchored on cinder blocks, your sails hang in rags. With Mushroom sprouted barnacles, you await the dusky leaf sea.
You are beached, broken, sinking slowly in suburbia.
Shipwrecked.
Finding an old sailboat parked by the side of the road, her best years behind her. I see abandoned and broken cars all the time – never boats.
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Dream now of the beach
Warm forever sands, clear blue water
Yet lungs strain to reach
Breaths that start later
And end rattling in wet-mold banquet
A mirage to hold in final decay
i hope i live long enough to make the beach in PR when this is all over i will write poetry and run a little cinema lumiere and make photos.
ABABCC Rhyming Meter
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Seen on road side sign
‘Abortion is Murder,’ here
I have killed then.
I live in Gary, IN – like Detroit, Michigan, it’s a depressed area with a clear color divide. Outside of Gary, white holy rollers preach the gospel and tell women what they can and can’t do with their bodies. It’s a fucking disgrace.
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reloading i spat back
protests
complaints
requests
attacks
demands
i stood on
the high ground
of history
they didn’t care
as they
machine-gunned
me
down with
racism
rhetoric
reason
capitalism
profit
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