New Orleans Street Art, “TARD” 2008
Push

A smear of rust
A shot of sweat
Shadows rip the sky
Language lathered soars
waxed and raw

Why whisper
When you can scream

The Oracle (aka Magnetic Poetry Online) stopped cooperating while I was composing. She froze right up and refused to obey. I suppose she was reminding me who’s in charge. But I finished, still, without adding words not in the word list. It ended up a bit on the dark side.

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