Let me walk loose upon the earth
So that my roots can cling on its dirt
Let me live as low as your feet
In the corner of a putrid street
For this is my home and my church
Where the unseen and tainted lurch
Let the wind blow away my dream
As your coffee devours the cream
Let the laughter refresh my heart
From the ache that won’t depart
Let the sun touch my filthy skin
Whose flesh beneath is now thin
I will disembowel my hunger in time
If anyone wants to offer me a dime
Let me bow my head like a flower
Among trees soaring like a tower
Let my leaves open to the heaven
As it begs from seven until eleven
Let me pray to the Urban Deities
Under a dark cloud of anxieties
Let the blanket of night cover me
Among the stars that I wish to be
Let my eyes close into a deep sleep
And let this be my end and final trip
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March 2016 / 10:54 PM
Wednesday
/ In my home
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