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Unseen 
vanishing, thin-skinned, blood-bone, 
broken-token people
pokin' while invokin'
spoken and unspoken words 
that slap at fat-back pimps 
gone insane on cocaine rain; 
bendin' over, slippin in,
pasty, wasted,
hurtin' urchins of the street:
The spawn of dawn's humanity
in feral peril dark despair -
not flimsy freeway-floaters flying by
or bee-bop preachers preachin' pestilence
at midnight,
in the quantified prophetics 
of poetic Hebrew quatrain prophecy.

Midnight's 
wailin' siren song
is singin' loud and long -
trauma centers crowded 
once again 
cautiously collecting 
violated victims 
from another vicious night of viral pain.

Garbage 
burstin' forth from bins at dawn!
Crack-head harlot's humpin' dumpsters, 
lappin' scraps 
and bastin' wasted bellies,
fillin' up their cup of human loss.

Crazy 
little Lizzy
wants to gather 
gormet goodies
at the bottom of the bin
but squirmy wormys feed and feast
on every minute morsel 
of her promissory sin
and leave our little Lizzy 
lying foul and very dizzy;
another broken-token braying like a beast.

Polished 
flash on badges worn 
by those who promise to protect
are looked upon with scathing scorn
by prophets of the street who must reject
the tarnished badges bred and born 
of bureaucratic magic called neglect.

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