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Cold.

Rotted Planks.

Flanked

By Piles Of Toys Armed

With Dolls.

Dead Eyes Smiling.

Showing Teeth.

Not Showing.

What Lies Beneath.

Sweat.

Pulse.

Sharp Smell Of Fear.

The Dark Winter Night.

The Rope When Its Tight.

He Once Called Her Dear.

He Once Held Her Near.

Listen.

They Are Close.

Listen.

Holy Ghost.

Swinging North.

South.

East.

West.

A Tarnished Gold Ring.

The Promise Of Spring.


FIrst Published by Milk and Cake Press

 
 
 
Auld Lang Syne

Should Truth And Justice Be Forgot. Our Wrongs Defined By Rights. Should Skin That’s Brown Get Out Of Town. Our Days Now Put On ICE. Should Bombs And Drones Be Launched By Phones. Borders. Ripped To S

 
 
 
The Last Time I Saw You

The Letter. Just When You Thought It’s Getting Better. All He’ll Miss Is How You Filled Out Your Sweater. Sacred Places Sad And Dry That He’d Made Wetter. The Letter. The Letter. Clutched In Fist. Cut

 
 
 
Bum Rap

Dapping Up The Corner. Homie In The Hood. Fixing Up His Shit With Some Plastic Wood. Starbucks For A Shower. Stay There For An Hour....

 
 
 

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