Destroy what Destroys you

In a CSO

again, not my plan

to keep on being

here, years on end.


First memories of mama

yelling at the worker

long lines, no food

crappy toys, office


not made for comfort

in, out of mind

back on the street.


Never again

begging for scraps

eying around the space


same colors

as childhood


tagging outside

security guard plays

welfare worker

vice versa.


we become words

here, probation officer, YMCA, school

jail, halfway house, project, recipient


we become our numbers



Forget our names

food changes

            arroz, injera, tamales, rangoon



mickey D’s, AZ ice tea,

whatever’s close enough to free


jokes in like

sighs of wasted life

another form another

hour wasted


but who cares

they know we don’t got

jobs nohow


fired, cut off

limit, fraud, probation

deported, refugee


we sit

sit sit


but look

eye to brown eye


I feel it



we will not be here forever

someday, soon or not

the world will be forced

to stop it’s bickering

sacred land burned, oil burned.

burned bodies, bombed bodies.


and then, friend

you and I

will be a destructive

force, no one expected

after all, if nothing else

we know

how to wait our turn.


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