Sending Middle Fingers
like letter bombs
S.W.A.K.
I know the lice crawling
under the wheel
under the fabric
we both know
which parasite
is in control
coy look
like he know’s
it’s getting in
it will
but to never
return
down my midnight
Detroit alleyway
shit smeared
on walls untended to
all is taken
There
I still wander
asking the wild
defenders of the ghetto
with jack-knife teeth
Just where I’ve run to
Traverse further
outside the inferno
cigarette buds
and losing lottery tickets
you’ll find hell
It’s only the fate
a curious republican deserves