Write between the lime juice lines,
And basil blood,
On the cutting board
To the rhythm of cooks' kitchen knives,
Write between the wet mop tendril trails,
On the reused restaurant floor,
As you carried to clean
A mistake some rich man made,
Write to the beat of the press,
Punching out the steel form,
In accordance with the curriculum,
Write in the silent moments,
Chewing homemade sandwiches
Through the cigarette smoked sunrise
Write between stun grenade blasts
After cleaning tear gas attacks
Write in between ****** boot prints,
The shape of the state seal
Congealed to the street.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
Write between the lime juice lines,
And basil blood,
On the cutting board
To the rhythm of cooks' kitchen knives,
Write between the wet mop tendril trails,
On the reused restaurant floor,
As you carried to clean
A mistake some rich man made,
Write to the beat of the press,
Punching out the steel form,
In accordance with the curriculum,
Write in the silent moments,
Chewing homemade sandwiches
Through the cigarette smoked sunrise
Write between stun grenade blasts
After cleaning tear gas attacks
Write in between ****** boot prints,
The shape of the state seal
Congealed to the street.
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