my shelaighlee stick
rests easily by the front door
at hand for new guests
Tag: Writing
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red paint on black tree
surrounded by privilege
the marked know their color
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five vans parked at house
garbage bags on the windows
looks like meth is back
wherever i go someone is cooking or running a grow op.
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the smell of fresh bread
outside the biker’s clubhouse
warns me to beware
true story – a club with anti-tank stantions camouflaged with flowers used to take advantage of the bakery they were next to when cooking crank i remember fondly
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man sits on his chair
watering the sun-baked lawn
the riots are over
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our lives were simpler
in the black and white movie time
reels were ten minutes
movie reels of 35mm film come in 1000 ft loads averaging about 10 minutes before a reload. There’s a lot of life to be captured in that time.
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Shovels fall
Silent in the night
The grave yawns
Tongue spilt dirt
As a mouth hungers
For meat
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the protestor steps forth onto Michigan Avenue to fight for peace
the mother watches on television the city burn as she prays for peace
in this country, the war continues
with apologies to Christina Sng
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Country ‘tis of thee
Black oppression, White Fear
Going down in flames
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My city burns
Some asshole steals a cop’s horse
Galloping through the fires
Outlaw Poetry 