January 27, 2016

gentrification blues (portland it's you)








live in a world 
we where 
smoke alarms ask 
for batteries weep 
on your attractive 
skin sucks sunlight 
rains when it pours 
as if it was black 
and on display 
in a rose city a 
neutron bomb of 
renovation orchestrated 
so precisely flashing 
with the ferocity of lightning 
a gavel smack that 
cleaves the tenuous 
bridge between 
hemispheres squeezed 

til 
that last 
metallic 
click-

as we dance 
with them 
that brung us 





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