free with tomorrow

 this one time i saw

a shirtless black guy

in the district of columbia

on the street corner

outside the corner store

so much love

so much hate

so much passion

and possession of

and to light up

the world with chases

madness from the music

inside to shoot

poverty dead

and hear gypsy tales

sloppy hot sauce serving

people in distinction

momentum and nerd thoughts

to weather and to freedom

who were you

german carnival

a ride that didn't stop

protection and alternative

prostitution and cash

that one bollywood song

priests conversations 

fathers hand me downs

misunderstandings and contradictions

most needed most difficult

most television from a hotel screen

form the television

technologic spirit

waves of mystery and thought

inner monologue 

and to get in a depravity

flared and baggy

bright colors and a six string

let me be me

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