I'm driving through a neighborhood
in a city
I can't understand,
in a city like
any other,
so full of
hunger.
I'm driving through this neighborhood
and see two
plump white punks,
they are
imagining themselves
broken.
The boy is lying
in the grass
wearing a cool smile
while the girl
begs on the corner
bulging out of ripped jeans
underneath gelled hair.
Her cardboard sign looks,
cute
HOMELESS
BROKE
HUNGRY
each word its own
color.
It's not romantic
to be poor
insane
lost
hungry
dying
filthy
afraid.
It hurts.
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if you are reading this, you have made a mistake, this is a forgotten place. these are the old words. turn back. find the new words. these are only the ruins.
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ReplyDelete<3 missed you! i unsubscribed by accident because you were charging too much for your writing, but now that it is free. please do write some more about how [un]awesome buffalo is compared to your other favorite port city. you know the one im talking abooot.
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