Two-thousand/16th/July

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
Ten dollar loan regurgitates poor starving smoke
Tastes like smoldering apple seeds
Gather around glowing blue flame glass knives
Wineglass tumbler talker
Good times in the land of mobile home park castle courtyards
Over flowing trash cans unsealed
Retired cars run crutches
Home to home real-estate depression screen doors tapping phone calls score
The calming
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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