Poem: Downtown, No Cement 2

I’m chuffed and huffed, blown’ your house

down and stable where you keep your horses

because they’re everything, hopes of a million

binge purges, but at least I can still feel

the effect of drugs, like the one who spoke

at my college he twisted my sight,

but not enough was done, an impossible

task of a stepping stone, we might be getting

everything set up, in the future

hoping we can close for the storm impends.

Poem: Downtown, No Cement 2

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