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Girl or Just Violence from Here: Poem Eight


an old black man in big 5 who wants shoes i don't have

machine guns drum, the thump of throbbing mobs i don’t need your help i’m going to be around paper numbered thunder nike feet beat black stop panting blood i don’t like to be a bother you don’t go on an ego trip hot shot lungs red rung lungs by beretta for gold timed finish can’t demand this and that help me by dixies water and red juice ribbons stretched i’m going to mesquelle get me nice tires to catch the first runner with a burst of brawn so pretty bouncing betty can kiss everyone good-bye slavery still exists that’s why i’m going away

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