3/20/16
Slightly Alone
Motivation deficient.
The particulars.
Moving like waves.
Disappearing and appearing.
In the sky to the east.
Slightly alone.
True friends and family.
No grudges of afflictions.
It was not their fault.
They are their own.
Heart attacks and cardiac arrests.
Throw them in the slammer too.
The tin tank.
With soldier guards.
With razor wire.
Bust out the folk records.
Guitar music and harmonies.
Stories of struggle.
This machine kills fascists.
And all the politics involved.
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