Cold wind blows in the
dark night, as trash cans tumble
in a lonely street
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Street Preachers (a poem)
spiritual growth – i used to be preoccupied with it
maybe i still am, fixated on flaws
all the ways i fall short of a standard
even saint francis couldn’t meet
on the streets, i’m incited by insights
from preachers who peddle notions
of salvation & give me holy books
i peruse by glow of lava lamps
in the comfort of compounds
where i keep my secrets
& share my miseries
(Photo by Mark Fletcher-Brown on Unsplash)
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Suburban Killer (a poem)
at this juncture, we’ve not found
the serial killer who
stalks the sickened streets
of this suburban town –
turn that frown
upside-down, miss
we’ve got diligent detectives
on the case
looking at every trace
of evidence
storing it in dirty lockers –
we’ll find this psycho-dude
I assure you
& you can go back
to your tranquil life
not worrying ‘bout
these dreadful things
(Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash)
