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“i crave the asphalt mouth,
winter salt left on a
broken yellow line,
left like salt in a cast iron
skillet to fry day old fish
impalpable ash from 
a burned cigarette,
last drag left in a mouth
with yellow teeth like
old piano keys
that don’t play any more
wrinkled body lost in 
a cracked, faded
convertible seat,
still cruis’n down a boulevard
silent and starving, 
i once prowled through city 
alleyways in search
of muggers glimpses,
i hunted for the liquid leaded measure,
pumped by an attendant’s ghostly hand, 
vague memories of a showroom floor, 
pushy sales people like climbing 
vines pushing into aging 
cement cracked walls
i want to eat a sunbeam 
flaring behind
ignorant clouds 
i hunger for children’s laughter,
silenced by open hydrants
drowning ghetto streets,
washing away hopes to get beyond
yellow line boundaries
washing away like storms drowning 
forests, bending branches over
forgotten foot paths;
now, i sit with others, alone and 
forgotten behind a barbed 
wire fence,
with barbed wire dogs
acid rain eats my skin
i smell the twilight, 
i am but a silhouette
dying… “
Copyright © 04/19/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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