Friday, November 20, 2009

poem of the day 11.20.09

walking anachronism

sore hip
sore groin
sore foot
and sore chin
paralyzed standing here
nothing but
and bones
out of place
out of mind
sore shoulder
and shins
a walking anachronism
in the land
where high schools
look like prisons
the prisons are packed
with the forgotten
and the damned
and every whore
walks down the street
wearing sunglasses
in the rain
thinking they’re going
to be
the next

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