A mind closed
to the Tao is like
a blank wall.
Solid.
Inanimate.
Unmoving.
Yet always
wearing away.
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Ossos
I 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
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