Abora

an open letter to the town of Kane, PA

8/14/18 11:21PM

 

there are times when i turn into a dirty hippie

 

with rotted shoes

spine like a longbow

scraggly hair and beard

 

i would just walk in the woods and feel the critters scatter away

 

then they’d all come groveling back for my blood

 

and the bare-dwelling dirty hippie fuck would sit and look at the stars

 

losing blood

and toxic shrouds

like it was coming into style

 

and then I left

 

exuded all of the bitter heat and ferrous smoke

 

that my chest held in

 

my skull opened up, I watched the residents of allegheny county 

make soup out of the mush

 

now i’m just a can of man

but clean nonetheless

Comments2

  • Clark

    I love this because you do not tell with your writing, you show. I admire that kind of imagery. Great write!

    • Abora

      thank you very much clark!

    • Lorna

      Wow....... another one that caught me. I think Iove your writing.



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