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Canal
Stevie come and get me
I'm in a fight again
Fighting myself again
He chases me down
Around South Union street.
As the sink is now red
You must be playing
Hide and seek again.
And wouldn't you know
In my dream the bloody
Water rolls down the drain.
Down by the edge of the road
The water is low tonight
My words are slurred
And my hopeless desire
To know how many objects
Were thrown in here.
When they drain and clean it
The final thoughts of so many will
See the light of day again.
Muddy bikes, boomboxes & paintbrushes
This is how the mind rots
And this is how we all decompose.
Dreaming While Awake
It is how we discard that which is no longer used, bodies as people, nations, the world, artifactured items as useful pollutants obscuring multiple views, mental, eye seen, projected. It is what we do. Enlightening and poignant images in this poem from your mind. Good to see you again - Stella