We are blood
welling in an
open wound--
the catalyst was
things done wrong.
We are batters
for the other team--
we swing left
when we think
counter culture
swings right.
I am a flower
rooted into a
rocky penisula
and you are the salt
that licks stone
as the water
leaves you.
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Man JB these last two poems are knock-outs. Love 'em. Keep it up. You have a talent for this.
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