Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”

Kurt Vonnegut 11th of October 2005

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

i ran those streets like i was god
laughing at the men that fell behind me
i am complete in their repulsion
smile from the moments before
eyes regretting why i am sore
stomping these once nazi
turned blackberry hunting shoes
once condoned now disowned
taking control of this empty town
in my conscience
within my body
within this urban facade
once the queens city
now the dumping ground for the diseased whites
and displace teens
it seems i am bleeding?

to my last night in manchester

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