White Washed


Fucked up polish,
 bags under my eyes,
 How is this my ‘so called’ life

Flags flying in the breeze
 free of stature, walls;

Trees pass so fast
it’s like I’m not even glimpsing them
houses, even faster —one long
beige blur;

Suburbia is so…


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