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Stage Four

A bunch of new Bigwigs are boarding Stage Four.

Packing pot luck.

Praying for more.

Dim Sum for your colon.

Some cigarettes too.

A clean linen gown and now what do we do?

What do we do in a room with no view?


We staplegun hope to our faces each day.

We read the endings first.


First Published by Sacred Chickens

 
 
 
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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