another excerpt from "Down here"
sunshine
on downtown eastside sidewalks
glows fresh crimson
like rose petals fallen
from ransacked gardens of the broken-hearted
from those who wear the violent evenings
on faces bruised black & purple
whose teeth are kicked through panicked mouths
begging mercy
whose sight is slashed blind by knives of
darkness
inside murdered souls
whose lives are worn out demolitions
in screaming alleys
of vomit & unending misfortune
Bud Osborn, 1995
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