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tread Jan 2013
Cracking my thumb with headphones on, I can just picture the eye of diagonal lady flitting in my direction curiously and gone, that's all. Kid with Red-Wing hat and Beats by Dr. Dre sits across from me *** there's nowhere left to sit, poor kid. Doesn't know me. Manifests that social anxiety for age-the-sames-or-similars. He's texting, avoids eye contact, not that I'm looking, nope nu uh not that I'm looking. Lady with flashing visi-light walks on bus as half-hedge is lit half-hedge is dark silhouette, bus lights. It's dark and rainy. Windows pretty fogged and bogged in dirt and smog and oh my God I feel the song it's verses on it's verses long it's words so vertical!
Redwing looks a little nerved, blanked, searching for saliva salvation in his Beats by Dr. Dre
texts again, I looked uh huh I looked I did this time I looked.

Bus bumps corner cruuuisin', aren't we a speedy bunch?
Cracked my thumb again old man diagonal looks I'm sorry. I'm sorry too. Girl with blonde streaks could be years old could be decades, probably a decade .7, getting off bus behind former diagonal lady, she'll forget my thumb you'll see. Miss her. No sir. Redwing sees me see him turns to look to stop request, uh he didn't look he didn't he's gone, sitting in seat ahead now, Redwing hat cooped in Beats by Dr. Dre, red Van shoes poking out till friend apparitions seat next to him, hi! Redwing takes off Redwing hat and chats apparition, turns hat back wards, forwards, nerved I bet, nerved I can tell don't pretend oh you're fine!

Stops coming so bye I'll talk to you later

special thanks to my parents for making all this possible.
Tomer Lasri Feb 2017
WALKING BETWEEN DINOSAUR EGGS
OUR REFLECTION  SEEMS THROUGH WATERFALL LIGHT
THAT FALLING OVER OUR SEALED HAEAD
ABOVE US SIMILARS WORLDS
SIMILARS AS A CHILD TO HIS CREATOR
Alicia Aug 2020
I play house wife
for a place to rest my head
just another hole in the wall
that's not how the song goes
a rich friend wants to die
and the world wants to **** us
heightened magical beliefs when
everyone is afraid
everything that seemed
unreal is familiar
it is coming to life today
to take us away
or not but either way
I am on my last layer
the gas station pit stop
just before ****** boot to floor
no outlet sign
doesn't mean stop
because its been "**** the cops!"
**** the clock
and all things that **** people who
don't want to die
this parallel told me
"run, get out"
yesterday, or sometime ago
you know how similars confuse me
gasping for purified air
with the smell of death stuck to my hair
and I ******* swear
I'm getting out of here
poetryaccident Sep 2017
Visibility has its place
a time to share who we are
alignment along the middle way
away from ends of left and right
desire comes in many forms
there’s not one template to explain
or the two that some embrace
instead the spectrum is in play.

Myths are spun by outsiders
made from dogma held in books
without a face put to words
it’s too easy to **** strangers
for encounters singly had
with a stamp ascribed by chance
by human nature had by all
on a segment now despised.

Against the stones of ignorance
and the scorn of similars
coming out is a choice
by the brave who bare themselves
this vision asks for nothing less
than acceptance given by
those on ends of left and right
calm assent of who we are.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170923.
“Who We Are” was written in recognition of Bi Visibility Day.  It touches on the themes of dogmatic censuring,  damning myths, and internecine condemnation.  All of these confront the ability to be recognized in a way that honors the impacted individual.

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