Untitled/Unfinished – A Poem.

May 4, 2008

Mo-City’s a desert, barren,
But I have to remember, now & then,
That my heart is where home is,
That beautiful oasis,
Tumors are equal to eagles,
Which spark & depart from their beaks like bullets,
And float away as if doves, from your corpse- Remorseless,
Leaving vultures to visit, & devour what’s left of your flesh,
Pecking at the bullet-casings, lodged inside of your carcass


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