No title for this one
I wrote this as an inside thing for certain people to read and get but I think I had some nice imagery (in two lines) so I came here to deflate my ego. Flog away gentle viewers.
Cover the Trash with morter, stone and brick.
Intellectual Masks on Commonwealth waste.
Cheap contractors and poor ventalation
Inundate my lungs with Methane.
I shave tainted layers from my right forearm
like a razor on the leather. I scrape at flesh,
for what rests in marrow. The oozing seep from
leaking bags claws my my chest and I claw at the rash.
Even Jesus dreams of the Cuyahoga on a warm
UMass evening.
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