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Warm winter morning driving through the projects
Called out sick from work again
paid electric off Western Ave.
scraping
remembered the run down 2 story beige house
giant Malcolm X poster
predominantly displayed in the window
faced towards Texas Ave. I passed a million times as a kid
torn down years ago
now a youth soccer complex parking lot
i'm still trying to figure out this breathe and die thing
leaving a mark on the world other than empty trash in the landfill
I think I'll call my nephew later
paid electric off Western Ave.
scraping
remembered the run down 2 story beige house
giant Malcolm X poster
predominantly displayed in the window
faced towards Texas Ave. I passed a million times as a kid
torn down years ago
now a youth soccer complex parking lot
i'm still trying to figure out this breathe and die thing
leaving a mark on the world other than empty trash in the landfill
I think I'll call my nephew later
Published 28th Dec 2019
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28th Dec 2019 11:30pm
This sent chills down me! I lived on a Texas Ave when growing up!
It is disheartening to ride through the old neighborhoods and see how they've changed. But you hit the nail on the head as far as leaving a legacy; it's people that carry it forward, not buildings.
It is disheartening to ride through the old neighborhoods and see how they've changed. But you hit the nail on the head as far as leaving a legacy; it's people that carry it forward, not buildings.
31st Dec 2019 2:21am
There is a forlorn emanation from the non sequitur quality of your observations. They move along, striking, but unmoored, lacking obvious cohesion, which seems the spiritual intent of the piece. Great work.
