neighborhood by Ian Ernzer
skeleton clutching a glass pipe
fluorescent orange shit scrawled atop the sidewalk
he-she duck-taped dick hides and falsifies
the unheard (crazy) prophet shouts obscenities (truth) while
bluebirds sit on the corner waiting for prey
men in suits step over economic obstacles
the owner of an ignored infected leg vomiting pus
is now a zen master—no longer feels the pain
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