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sinandpoems Poems

The prettiest place you’ll ever be I’ll look down and see an old cigarette box Scattered amongst an insurmountable sea of trash It’s cock-eyed Diagonally sticking out of the decrepit weeds It screams, “I don’t give a **** Neither do I I think its beauty surpasses that of Mount Everest Because I get to feel it, taste it, be in it I don’t have to gaze at a postcard Tell myself---over and over---it’s real! All I have to do is tear it in half Just a dream sought out by people who are starving for nature to be real Like one thing didn’t get taken away: I’ll show you! Here’s a postcard! I tear I scream I don’t give a **** It’s beautiful because it never imposes that it is I’ll look at him sitting with a docile glaze Open your mouth Decay Black, old, tattered, toxic to me Because I can’t look at you Ugly, tangible and ugly Crazy son-of-a-bitch Just don’t rob me, okay, okay?! I’ll keep walking and cross the streets that are slowly caving in towards that place They tell us we don’t want to be Fire? Fire would be best Probably the best thing to happen To these forgotten about streets They’ll nod their heads and crisp into a charcoaled deep-fry But I cross, because I don’t care about you, you or you **** YOU CAR I’ll walk with a purpose because in this whirlpool I can’t have a purpose So I’ll pretend and walk, walk upward, look forward I see you, sir, I see you, your eyes feast upon my flesh You’ll never get me but you sure as hell will get to me Beady-eyed I hope the sun will melt your scummy body into these streets, and you’ll burn with them! This place is beautiful I’m telling you The Great Wall of China couldn’t compare to its concrete magnificence I’m dying with it; I’ll take five deep breaths and revel in the fumes of progress I’ll be on your postcards We aren’t just Any Town, USA We are the future ************* And I’m smiling but I’m melting and the flesh, the smell of flesh, unbearable I’ll take ***** air any day But before it’s too late, tell those ignorant foreigners Tell them they can have it too! We are coming fast Dying from starvation, dying from hurricanes, dying from AIDS That’s old news Tell them they can be beautiful too And die clutching the remote, The remote of freedom CNN playing quietly in the background