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by firsty
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-06-07 20:07:00
Parent message is 463802
slipping into silence
take it and
grab it and
pull it out
of the fire
and press it against your cheekbone
i’ll send something
urgent
making the rounds
something to chase
the dogs away
keep em at
somebody elses heels
stamp something red
with a wax seal
and a rip
in the corner
i can hear it now
return address blues
red and white striped edges
transcontinental
mainland prose
immigration
i’ll stand up
and make my point
so i can hold a piece
of tomorrow.