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

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2018 22:29
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16


  • 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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