Pulled Over

by neo   Jan 5, 2011


Every. Every. Every
Is twisted. Turns. WT F'S & F.U's
Books written with blood as ink.
Dreamed of books from the highest ceilings to cold marble.
Rows and rows.
Dim is the light. Uninviting cold is the air.
An Olympic size heated pool.
Underwater speakers made for Erik Satie.
Calm strokes. Warm resistance. Dark unknown waters.
Rod iron fence. Construction. Foundation. Pillars to blind.
A helicopter pad. So when nature starves. I feed her
My wealth is books. Knowledge. Determination.
My reality is here.
It is. It is now. It will be later.
The closer I get to my "face to face"
Insane words spill from my lips.
Question all that I say. Scrub it off. My words I mean.
Even doubt it.
Label me paranoid or the verge of psychosis
Until the fog clears & the words I spoke were real.
$100 won
Pulled over as the Hated. A disgrace .
Is it my intelligence, sex, or MY race.
She knows us.
We hate. Everywhere we hate. Everyone we hate.
We are everyone and everywhere.
BUT
Before, I come any closer maam. "Do you have any weapons against me"
NO
Only my 2 Rottys
2 quick steps back. Oh, that's Pharaoh.
ROLL THE WINDOW UP NOW!
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Do you have any narcotics on your person or in this vehicle?
mag-lite shining in the black tinted windows.
The reflection is fierce
About to fall on his butt.
Oooooop, Sir. That is my puppy Medusa.
Why are you here? Just looking for a local Taco Hell
Do you live here? "I'm In Transit.
A warning? Do you want me to come back and show you that I fixed the issue?
No just go
It's only a warning.
From OR TOO
Sickness lives and dwells here. I clean

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