Archive for July 29th, 2012

Ducking the Parade of Battlefields

Today, like yesterday.
She undertakes disgust
as if I am a poisonous
entity without value,
so home is a battlefield,
and I have no space.
A bar would be nice
but alcohol is a lost
privilege. A baby.
What does a baby do
without a home?
A toddler walking
like an old man,
needing a cane,
a broken dog beaten
beyond recovery,
death the only
open stream.


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