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OssosI see your lips darkening the wallIn city streets in the rainAll the clichés of agitpropAnd sometimes your lips moveReciting their fascist slogansStaining the wall with bloodSo many crossing the borderHorizon share their own flat lineHomeless in condo corridorsWith somebody’s baby for saleYour lips purse from the gasSeeping from the stove insideRooms stripped bare or bruisedPurple from too many beatingsEach kiss a Judas before betrayalOutside a stranger’s pick-upWhere her johns come and goThe baby abandoned on a green couch[Disposable Poem June 25, 2010]Dr. Mike
Ossos
ReplyDeleteI see your lips darkening the wall
In city streets in the rain
All the clichés of agitprop
And sometimes your lips move
Reciting their fascist slogans
Staining the wall with blood
So many crossing the border
Horizon share their own flat line
Homeless in condo corridors
With somebody’s baby for sale
Your lips purse from the gas
Seeping from the stove inside
Rooms stripped bare or bruised
Purple from too many beatings
Each kiss a Judas before betrayal
Outside a stranger’s pick-up
Where her johns come and go
The baby abandoned on a green couch
[Disposable Poem June 25, 2010]
Dr. Mike