Saturday, June 16, 2012


Down and Out

My hood
Falls
Like a Down Pour

Slum lords
Cracked pipes
Currupt cops
Crack pipes
Convictions
Eviction
Notice
How it all falls
like rain

Fatal Crash
Dying, Drying
We disappear into the concrete
We step on each other
Without comment

As if the hood existed
Only
To fall
And fade
Away.

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writing in salvador

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