Saturday, April 16, 2011

sometimes, i take walks down old abandoned allies
just to admire the messy neon graffiti of ghetto, drug-related nicknames
and to smell the excess food rotting away in dumpsters.
my bare feet melt into the bone-chilling pavement
as i revel at such a disturbing sight of our country's demise.

i am not a pessimist. i am simply an honest observer.
"our age is retrospective. it builds the sepulchers of the fathers.
it writes biographies, histories, and criticism."

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