Rising aside light of God
his sunshine
troubles along the way
force one to brave this time alone
they belong to me and only to me they belong
showing up the void of notice
electricity turned off; i'll wait for turn on
phone shut; wait for the tone
and the sound of the Beep!
but the eviction
holds one to tremble in entirety
wandering, walking for days
careless through one's fathom the way
pirouette breath complicate urgency
waited until the conductor keys
and the battering door
shaken into brisk ambiguity
neither lover, man, woman or child
them mine; all mine
only time will achieve amenity
occupancy of this fall descending
a dead leaf to concrete
chasing wonderment of prosperous Ivies
fissure between bricks
of subsidized houses oppressed
acorn's sequentiality
tarries strange baldness of Autumn's gray days
brim sorrowed nucleus with aimless beats
pursuit of fine chronology
them troubles belong to me
cast in iron and everlasting burdens . . .
ferry a lifetime
ode to forgone ghettoes
my real love of trashed streets
it's familiar retreat burrowed in graffiti blocks
my sweet young callousness
sorry I ever left you for change
© 2011 Lepadah
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