Hey folks, the penultimate poem to one of my latest series. Enjoy!
spies in the field: future
our purpose has been
to mystify,
to betray, to take cuts
of glass and stick them
around
wicked ways,
to grab hobos’ hands, to toss
strangers’ suitcases into
purple dumpsters,
to chase rabid dogs with pipes,
to eat old food, to wrap
our hands in gloves, to take
many pictures, to
cheer for losers and to
wait around empty bus stops.
peer away now, you’ll
give the whole thing
away.
where will we be then?
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