Escape

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Day full of unpromise

Grease gray

Where am I going with

this salvation sold     on commission

shit disturbers with clipboards

Throw some money at it

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Baby carriage   street people   Trump supporters

who here has a gun

who hears the gun

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Christlike white fire hydrant

stumpy arms outstretched        in chains

That world is not mine   I am searching for

Starbucks

As good a shrine as any

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Somewhere someone is   saving the world

robbing a bank   climbing a

mountain

putting their

lips on      

mine