sometimes if I stare long enough
at the blank screen
words will start to appear
all on their own
as if an alien scribe successfully
cracked the code
suddenly capable of sending
messages of peace & prosperity
right before my very eyes
november two thousand twenty-three
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My people call your people
next thing I know
I’m back on the streets
parading down the boulevard
w/a big dog named Bella
I borrowed from a stranger
The sun shines brightly
positioned at twelve o’clock
strangers casting words my way
shouting out random thoughts
some asking where you going baby?
everywhere I say
everywhere
The streets have never been safer
ever since a miracle wave
swept away all the terrible people
some saying it was the work
of badass angels
either that or a band
of alien collectives
august two thousand twenty-three
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