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deadbeats aren’t we?

those french fries
salted
golden crisp
we ain’t so golden now.

where’s the prism
behind the rain,
once colors glistened
now to gray.

We are indeed
the hollow men–
the hollow women,
the hollow kids.

matter without matter,
silent forms of
wasted flesh.

Spare me your politics,
a nickel never paid a meal,
our body needs feeding,
the mind dies
quickly,
if you’ve never held the globe,
I beg you–
retire,
hollow mistakes
never touched the brim.

Hope is a fool

we nod our heads in vain,
we walking shadows by day.

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