Photo by Tage Olsin
Windy gusts blow about as sneakers rush for the diamond,
Bullets of mind fly at the anomalies of the mold,
Big and broad shoulders reach for the inviolable frankfurter,
A garden's blind sacredness abound,
Sears or Willis may be an equal to Eiffel,
Third coast of loyalty and rituals galore,
Second place of petty mindsets roaming the pavement,
Works only in favor of what is communicated as a norm,
Not one's kind is stitched or glued,
Toddling a route of culture and conformity,
Foreign frigid name defined,
The soil must be gutted,
Not the mind.
About the Creator
Alex Maurice
Short story writer, poet, and essayist.
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