If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Wednesday, February 28

Southern Cities

We are a City, not a Town.
Because a Town is
camaraderie barbecue a white sheet
Smaller than we are.

We are a sprawling pseudo-metropolis.
Our City is
tradition isolation a thrown rock
Filled with People.

We are tens of thousands among billions.
The People are
masked enraged filled with rot and maggots
Polite and Hospitable.

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