I see white men

I see white men folding water
wild washing women daring winds
in a new round of clean survival
measly powers to be congregating
in cold caves chiseled by the poor

hear the Latino rhythms breathe
flies of a constant summer
multiply the push of hot air
through arid villages
where a meal is a big thing

stale mate moves in the dark
old tree trunks feed green moss
there is no meaning
just a time to pay the bills
and feed the bed

I see James Dean in jeans
and there are handouts
gained at low speed
where myths and weird movies
congregate
on the Lower East Side




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Written on 2017-03-30 at 19:56

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
. Powerful images created by your words. I see those old white men making decisions on women's health and my blood boils over. Strong emotions in words. Love it.
Ashe
2017-03-30