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Originally Posted by Washing Machine
"small flowers crack concrete
narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens
spilling coffee grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls
by frazzled ponytailed hair + tossing them
into backseats of cop cars
the narcs beat the bearded oracles
replacing tantric love with
complete violence"
"death poems for the living gods of america
plastic saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, nada
cops crashing thru doors infuriated by silver charms
of suburban smoke" - Small Flowers Crack Concrete
Amazing!
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I'm quite infatuated with the line "...patches of red dirt glitter and blue jean-fucking..."
ah, i love that pairing.