Friday, April 08, 2005

Dreams of My Father (2002)

damn he damn done left us
packed up and blew with the wind
and we know no way to see him again

and the sky everywhere tastes like pollution
from the refinery next door

where weeds, glass, crack vials, HIV, screams in the middle of the night and thugs grow and become all tangled in our sleep.

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