If you are on your phone I suggest turning it 90 degrees. This poem contains a visual aspect as well.
Sun streaks stream down like Heaven’s sweet kiss upon The blacktop -where the heat is seen. So we travel along And sit in our canoes Singing sweet songs and -sweating all the sooner. Where we laugh and play. Where we dance and eat. Where we share and cry. This pattern repeats. On the fourth day We celebrate our independence. I celebrate our diversity -for it’s who we are. Drink after drink. Dance after dance. Joke after joke. This pattern repeats. Sun streaks stream down like Heaven’s sweet kiss Upon the black tar -burning through my body. My body: numb and weak. My body: weak and -- irrevocable. In a trance of sweet sedation- situated- where my agony is -euphoric. This pattern repeats. So I travel along As I sit in an Uber Making meaningless manifestations -of my menial night Where I sit and chat. Where I sleep and ignore. Where I shame and cry. This pattern repeats. On the fourth day -the following day We celebrate our independence I celebrate my entrapment -to the bodies -that take me -over -and -over -again. This pattern…
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