Stop, 2006
This is where I live, here
and you live on the corner.
It’s up the hill and near the store.
You’re house is larger & trimmed.
I live at the bottom of the hill
on-top of the stream of shit.
A rich man lives next to me
with his angel daughter. She
sprays the flowers with water and laughs.
We finagle things so that it works.
There’s stuff everywhere. My mind
hardly works anymore. I go to meetings.
There we talk about how we live.
I am still addicted to a chemical.
It’s okay, it’s safe now.
I need time to make things. I need time
to look at the leaves dancing. I don’t get
time this year. I work.
I have a question for the protector.
Where is the future? Where did I hide it?
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