
I couldn’t ascertain the jumble
her lips moved rapidly
conveying a nervous nothing
hard and dark were the etchings
that scored her jeweled beauty
*
his pockets were empty
evidenced by the ragged attire
but worse was what wasn’t in his mind
his hands filled with nothing
he clung to baggies to satisfy
*
strange languages spoken at the ocean
when you aren’t looking and when you are
the conch shell strives to moan a warning
bearing witness to retreating tide
but it was silenced in a museum
*
a dog wears an empty backpack
as he begins his predawn duty
he proudly returns with a filled sack
lacking his master’s understanding
how many children will get hooked today?
*
I’ve never spoken the language
born in guilty bloodshot eyes
I see them as they dart about the shadows
the words are meaningless
promises seldom unbroken
*
I chose to walk…
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