A poem

analog collage image by Mike Protzik

Hits like motherfucker
& is the oldest & noblest
profession

For money, I mean
Servicing mean mother truckers
at truck stops
in America’s nowhere forlorn night

Where nothing is
spoken of
& little girls
vanish
& nobody
cares

Cocksuckers vanish more than you think
y’know
Unspoken American tradition
Cocksuckers used to…

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A poem

Analog Collage Image by Mike Protzik

They tell me to clean my paint brushes
But I can’t
Wipe away the remnants
Of worlds still wet

Like I’m wiping away part of myself
The mixture of all colors
Into brown is my home
And it’s like it’s me washing away

Down that drain
I can’t clean…

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