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Pissing Black
People will swim murky oceans
with man eating behemoths
free climb sheer rock faces in gale force winds
dive headfirst off a cliff into a windy abyss
wearing nothing but plastic wings,
don't we all cherish the daredevil that teases death!
but
these same people wont go for a night walk
in the city..
They'd rather take a stroll, without caliber, through a lion infested savanna.
Crawl deserts and jungles with smirking serpents and panthers
or ride a seventy foot neck snapping wave.
Don't we all cherish the daredevil, that teases death
but
who doesn't dare face the smallest city ripple.
why is that?
Somehow we've failed as a society, as a people, as human beings
we needed to go in for a societal pap smear long ago
we ignored the pang in our soul flank for to long
now our soul piss is coca-cola colored
and the infection is spreading-
now everybody's pissing black.
We needed to take the plastic wings off along time ago,
taken a mental inventory of where our hearts are really at
taken a long crawl through the city
pluck a weed from the sweet gutter, lick its heat.
shuck out the smolder before it burns living to the ground...
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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