Unseen
vanishing, thin-skinned, blood-bone,
broken-token people
pokin' while invokin'
spoken and unspoken words
that slap at fat-back pimps
gone insane on cocaine rain;
bendin' over, slippin in,
pasty, wasted,
hurtin' urchins of the street:
The spawn of dawn's humanity
in feral peril dark despair -
not flimsy freeway-floaters flying by
or bee-bop preachers preachin' pestilence
at midnight,
in the quantified prophetics
of poetic Hebrew quatrain...
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