Seven-odd dirty Chevys,
nose-to-trunk on rusted
grass, windows shattered,
shat upon; tires blown
and gas tanks bled. Faintest
hint of heinous cherry scent,
on velour, though elsewise
wet from mildew creep
sealed in vents.
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Speaking out through Poetry against fascism
Statement on the Current Condition of our Country (11/11/16)
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