Downtown in the Spring


No, to the assignment of pied piper…

Of this  I know.

Still there is no other place I would grab hold.

With solicitor’s of carnivorous schemes.

Avenues of incestuous dreams.

And, Jehovah witnessing every other door.

Crackers in sedans…rapping in black face.

Dependents on the state…defending their right to deflate.

My downtown vacant, redressed for lack of success.

Awaiting to make America great.

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