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America 2017, #6 — One Day I Was in the Old West in the Middle of An Abandoned Street

There is park-

ing in the rear, but

streets are emp-

ty, screaming

at me to stop short of life,

watch her wander by.

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Another Dystopia Today picture from amateur Carl.

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This entry was posted on March 1, 2017, 4:39 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by calvin on March 2, 2017 - 3:40 pm

    I really should be commenting to this and previous you have hung out to cure. Know I am reading. Like graffiti, this kind of expression is like diesel fuel waiting to burn. The match, my gut reaction to it.

    I just returned from Cuba. This reminds me of what I saw there.

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on March 5, 2017 - 8:57 am

      Your kindness is overwhelming!

      Reply

  2. #3 by Carl D'Agostino on March 5, 2017 - 12:45 am

    Seems like this laundry has been around for quite some time. Luke 22:39-44

    Reply

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