Found About Town


Striking up a conversation with my town…

The stench of ‘no one need be around!’

As solid as toxic soil, cushioned to the waste of happy, joyous, debris.

City limits picturesque for the deviant in me.

Here and there, no blasphemy.

No toil among other plastic soldiers.

Perhaps, only a lack of salvaged liberty.

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