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CAN WE JUST TALK
Can we just talk
Before we get off
Or would that be going
A bit too far?
It must have happened a billion times
Disagreement, engagement, disarmed.
Why would we argue or confront
When distance is the final quotient?
Each love affair ends in disappointment
Unless judgment is turned to acceptance.
Every day a study in differences.
This hour, another uncertainty.
Standing, canopy of canvas
Separating me from the rain
Which pours magnanimously
On the asphalt trail –
The street of fentanyl overdoses
The Boulevard of pipe dreams
Market Street, San Francisco.
The martyr of the left
The object lessons of the right
And right down the middle
The felon is arrested
Lawfully and respectfully
And is released immediately
To hijack another car
To deal another fatal dose
To incur another fetus
On the way to Detritus
And to death carte blanche
As though the drug
Was the real thing
And the baby was just a dream 201124.1