* Poem* Species Dysphoria II
#3 of Poetry
The second entry in my series of free-form photo-poetry, all about humans and their strange little ways.
Species Dysphoria II
Segregation
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Turn off
read games
only don't mix
Eye surgeon in through gaudy Caribbean blue eventually made of light.
Changed much, man of Mr. Am oh God left alone I am man |
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Fair skinned and thin
staring down and out
a window
head pressed against protected glass
if need to
in brokers hands I am
man
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Reinforced steel slides open
moment
Mother peers at her boys
she had complained about the gap
itself dangerous as Lucifers look
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Her view terrified in assumed despair
way of ghettos
or of a bite-house.
tried livin' there I complained about the gap too (dangerous as Lucifers look) |
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Reinforced steel slides open
movement
Mother peers at her boys
now making money
Harris Tweed jacket is property
cry wolf
be wolf
or quit over a StarBucks future.
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Nickel turns off
read games
only don't mix
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