day 112 (May 25, 2017)

….an art show here
a coffee shop there
and a block disappears
makeovers that
make it over and over
until
all that remains
is a hidden gutter
that still smells the same
when it rains
and as i loiter
a little bit longer
breathing in
memories
of
dusty families
i realize that
brer fox would have
been a hipster today
a thinkingmans monster
all
fly with rejuvenation and funding
sly-ding into warehouses
where houses shoulda been homes
not pods
for alien lifeforms
drilling through living tissue to birth
the new millennium
And brer rabbit?
signed up to do
performance poetry
at the local brewery
i figure 

and yet…

day 112 (May 25, 2017)

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