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Posted to Action Poetry

lost cities repeated molds
houses cool sodomy in bedrooms
tight lips and cars, many garages
cigarette streets and walking
walking shoes filled with
empty people
in empty cities
electric towers tombs and flowers
in the cliche cracked cement sidewalks
behind dumpsters full of feces and magazines
cars crawling driving themselves
owning their owners
man shot down on the corner
bleeding black oil
everyone frowns
they sell his eyes for bullets
poet prisoners abounding
invisible chains
jeans and bras
used condoms on sea saws
nobody thought of this
paved roads that overflow
people thinking thoughts that never grow
grow into a flower