Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
New Apple Pie
We cram our senses crowded full
of every angry irritant, words scratched
with chalkboard nails through eardrums.
Each side snarls into kicked up dirt, paces
potholes into pavement we'll never repair.
This nauseating bile is the new apple pie.
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