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There are cracks in the mask because there are cracks in the foundation. Hazy, what was it all like before we divvied our nation? Mother's and children helpless in separation. Give me the good news when all I see is complication. Who decided what's ours isn't theirs? Crossing, drowning, they're running out of flares.
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
You Are Welcome Here
Oil Exhaust Handstand theatre In the back of a van Underground avenue Has the scent of Stale black licorice Melted into the sidewalk The familiar odor of traffic Is a pedestrian substitute For the Old World charm This renovated place Paved over Long Ago
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
Scratch-and-Sniff City
Surprisingly the dusted air does not bring a gritty mouth? It seeps sandy, into the recesses of skyscrapers, gives bright blue pools a poxy composure. Its probably why the buildings aren't white but not why my teeth aren't It's accompanied by muted roars, a cacophony of humanity in the near and far. Indians eating Ethiopian, Pakistanis driving Chinese cars, Arabs shopping at Bloomingdales, Filipinos Filipinoing. A city that embodies the glittering gold of empty flats and abandoned offices, the cushion covered loungers and the overwhelming urge to jump from the 26th floor balcony. A squinted eye admires the Burjes. A shielded glance is spared for the Mosques. Their brilliance is solar, my sunglasses game is weak and my neck is starting to get sore.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
The dusted Air
So many are filled with hostility hostile world, we're living in in a place of constant volatility volatile minds, never giving in this world needs new possibilities possibly, we can fix this place place me in a world of viability viable living for the human race will we ever sow the seeds of fertility? fertile growth for all of mankind mankind needs a brand new civility civil ways should be re-defined
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
viable possibilities - quantum loop poem