if words were bullets
my poetry would be a gun
pointed at the head of change

we all want
we all want
we all want
to

rid ourselves of red lights
dead dog days walking
down unairconditioned streets

of degradation
& explanations
& contradictions
& salutations

we all want
we all want
we all want
to

condition for the moment
and ready ourselves
for the changes
when we’re never ready

set

GO!

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