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Kingdom Come


Rural Route Three.

Billboards.

Debris.

This is God’s Green Earth

Where Hope applied

And got denied.

Where teenage brides

Watch children ride

Hand me down bikes in

Hand me down clothes.

Heads down riding fast past

Boarded up houses.

Past lives and

Past spouses.

Windows.

Staplegunned in plastic.

Doors.

Ripped from hinges.

Racoon

In the cupboard.

Snake

In the sink.

Sparrows.

Scraping the ceilings.

Beating their wings in silence.


First Published by The Orchards Poetry Journal

 
 
 
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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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