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City Inards

Posted to Action Poetry

Covered in tar
Warm eyes
Sticky with gel
Frying on a driveway
Impaled on a twig

Stuffed full of little bugs
That pinch and tear at
green inards
Stuck with snot
Encrusted in death

Rust eating at the
melting filth
Inside of smoggy pores
On the brain's membrane

Brown leather whores
Riding on the maggot filled corpse
Of our manifestations,
Destiny, and rough riding dreams
In the halls of the county building