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Indigent / outcast trailer trash flotsam. We are products of our surroundings. Or is it upbringing Taken / down Far from home If it's where the heart is... "Worthless idiot" She spits on me Like her rednecks and ***** Big pimping Her tricks Quick to flick Their Bics and ***** Bringing home the other Black. Reynolds wrap and points at the back Hiding in the thickness Of weeping veils Of willows Outside the picket fences Just beyond Royale Park mobile Some kind of A Community Missing it's gate All the times shivoo Since the South is clammy Sweat shop swamps And blistering Hot like Gold Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath (She's a mockery Of the word -- revelations Turning Now napkins and coasters Tissue for ****** noses.) Vagrant vespers In the dark she lets the men Inside her double wide Inebriated bruises Polka dot excuses Even in the city It's funny How the homeless can hide Out in the open Escape. Indigent / outcast Trailer trash Minutiae boy Barely half / legally life blind And lucky to be alive Still in search of Some kind of Home.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Some Kind Of (Home)
Indigent / outcast trailer trash flotsam. We are products of our surroundings. Or is it upbringing Taken / down Far from home If it's where the heart is... "Worthless idiot" She spits on me Like her rednecks and ***** Big pimping Her tricks Quick to flick Their Bics and ***** Bringing home the other Black. Reynolds wrap and points at the back Hiding in the thickness Of weeping veils Of willows Outside the picket fences Just beyond Royale Park mobile Some kind of A Community Missing it's gate All the times shivoo Since the South is clammy Sweat shop swamps And blistering Hot like Gold Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath (She's a mockery Of the word -- revelations Turning Now napkins and coasters Tissue for ****** noses.) Vagrant vespers In the dark she lets the men Inside her double wide Inebriated bruises Polka dot excuses Even in the city It's funny How the homeless can hide Out in the open Escape. Indigent / outcast Trailer trash Minutiae boy Barely half / legally life blind And lucky to be alive Still in search of Some kind of Home.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
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