~American Sensualism~
May 11, 2024
~~~~~Light slipping in parallel to the blinds
Street sounds maraud the peace ( A RoaRing Breath
Like an ungracious orchestra, & then
The thoughts are thought that never are forgot.. .)
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~~~~~Dust & broken up old paint chips in each
Corner, clogged drains smelling of dank death. . .
The pungent pity of the decor blooms
Like old mold. “ This dump’s all I can afford.”
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~~~~~Outside a beggar sleeps on a cold street
Corner. He doesn’t fit in our schedule;
There’s human suffering stalking us all.
But, like a deed that goes undone, his hope
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~~~~~Lies in his grave. Our hopes at home. It thrives
Like luck among the good genes of us souls
Who can saunter past those less fortunate
Souls & find poisons amongst our Pleasures.
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~~~XXXII~~~
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