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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