truth of poetry


new york

Painting in glass

Tears for the lost souls of many miss crimes

SoCan Burns

Lights blare for you, Clare

the clear under tone of something clear

so much fear, so much beer

cancelled programs

SoCan burned  to the ground after you left

fire burned the streets to the pavement

“I blame you Flint Jackson”

15 chords played at once

the wolf loves to be on the hunts

for the arsonist

SoCan burns SoCan burns

A spokes person stands at the crowd

takes the crown with no frown,

Just a clown

for the poster boy to be the scape boat

floating down the moat in a pedal boat with a hole in the bottom of the moat

the water drains from the land to the brain

SoCan, SoCan’t burn 

SoCan’t burn flooded with water and road paint

hold close your saint

SoCan burns SoCan burns

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