Poems from armstrongannlibby
A man wearing a backpack wheeled his bicycle into the subway train. He was tall. His black ponytail held strands of silver, but he...
all i have is this yellow chair.
it's dusty and chipped, and from god-knows-where.
it was sitting in a pile of your shit.
i think i stole...
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that...
Job programs are being created for those with exotic skins.
I am white, where are my programs?
There are no scholarships for being white....
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A dream.
A blissful careening feeling, abstract and fickle.
My job will be a dream.
From the brains of professors, a supply of knowledge...