Poem (People are appearing)
Poem (People are appearing)
New people are appearing in front of me
And I think about possible colors for a new
Sweatshirt. Midnight blue? That way I can
Walk in the night and be one with the uni-
verse. I’d better roll up my pant legs. I like
the way that guy over there is clutching
His iPhone like a Jedi wand. But this an
airport and now I notice his name is Keith
Usher and he. Has a badge and must
Be security, or something like that . By
the way I am disgusted with open carry
Laws, which sure don’t make me feel
safe. Au devoir to the islands.
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