Wednesday, August 2, 2017

At the Intersection of Harlem & Foster

You never hit the gas
when the lights turned
green it rained and we stalled

My friend, can you understand
there is an angel in the backseat
that you are ignoring

and the streets swell with the water
of your complacency, tears of lovers
you left at the last light

kid, if you keep here stalled at a green
light, enthralled by the devil ahead
we can't move and I can't help you

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