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Sal Lake
Poems
Feb 2013
bummed
I am in a canyon
It’s grand & I am
What I am
Guilty by
Disassociation:
I can’t tell the
Leaves in the
Trees from the
Faces in the
Concrete
My mind is a
House of mirrors
My faith is a
House of cards
& god the
Dyslexic mixologist
I am arresting my
Happiness for
Enduring life just to
Spite me
Little do I know:
Only I want to hide myself
Mush brained
In the backseat
Fisheye vision
& car crash dreams
Little boxes fly by
Little boxes all the same
Q:
When do I get a
Little box &
Carport &
White fence &
Rolling pin &
Next to kin &
Worship pavement like
Them?
A:
I am already anchored to asphalt so
I’d rather sit here
Watching my thoughts
Trickle through
The membrane &
Stain my perceived
Self-worth
Written by
Sal Lake
Athens, Ohio
(Athens, Ohio)
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