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poem found on a bus


When I am born again

Make me a drum,

make me an anchor

of rhythm for your hands


Make my song

break locks

open windows

fill bellies


Play me

till I shudder and break

between your knees


Set me afire

Watch me spark,

rising, twisting,


to darkness.



Woke at 4 this morn to the misty blue

fear crept in of the brown recluse


Today I am free

of the mental slavery

of capitalist penmanship

i am calm

to the magazines who bog me down

shape my thoughts

and consume my personal desires

with your stronghold on personhood authority

Your reified definitions of who i am

what i am to be

what i care about

how to be





I have regained my mind

i saw the peace in the industrial wastelands

i breathed release into the big blue and orange sky

i blew kisses to the world

and grasped some hope for the straightened waterway

i will decide what to cook

what to pursue

where my thoughts will dwell

i am safe in my own breathe

warm tears sliding down my chapped cheeks

fill me with splendor at my own magic.

Goodnight, sunset.

I will remember, i will survive


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