* Poem* Species Dysphoria II
#3 of Poetry
The second entry in my series of free-form photo-poetry, all about humans and their strange little ways.
Species Dysphoria II
Segregation
| | Turn off read games only don't mix
Eye surgeon in through gaudy Caribbean blue eventually made of light.
Changed much, man of Mr. Am oh God left alone I am man |
| | Fair skinned and thin staring down and out a window head pressed against protected glass if need to in brokers hands I am man |
| | Reinforced steel slides open moment Mother peers at her boys she had complained about the gap itself dangerous as Lucifers look |
| | Her view terrified in assumed despair way of ghettos or of a bite-house.
tried livin' there I complained about the gap too (dangerous as Lucifers look) |
| | Reinforced steel slides open movement Mother peers at her boys now making money Harris Tweed jacket is property cry wolf be wolf or quit over a StarBucks future. |
| | Nickel turns off read games only don't mix |