i watch…

these meanderings…
’round cities…countrysides…villages…
all these travels…
never stopping but for one love affair…

from Montreal to Chagrin Falls…
falling asleep on beaches in Biloxi…
looking at Lake Michigan…
Southside…Northside…a tale of two towns…

and like Whitman…
bag over shoulder…
tablet in hand…
poetry is written…

black woman on a bus with two kids screaming and a tee-shirt that says…,STOP THE MESSIN’ GOD IS BLESSIN’…
is he sister…is he…

hippies smelling of oils and cliches…
selling craft beers $8 a bottle…
businessmen drinking PBR…
the hip have gotten hipper…the hyper more hyper…and i watch…i watch…

hitting the streets in full-force…
amongst whores and junkies…
pushers and peddlers…
the newest niche…
and…the old men in bars…i remember when kid….

crazies without meds screaming for justice…
do black lives matter…
what happened to the ‘hood…
57,000 homeless walking ’round New York…
and i watch…

language policed…
liberals listening to stock reports…
NPR…FOX…MSNBC…PBS…what’s the difference…
widgets and beer…widgets and beer…

i watch…
the whole collapse coming down…
i watch…
i watch…

mark your calenders….

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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