Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

I was walking last night
through a city emptied by sleep
and I was walking last night
through fire blossoms of feet
covered over by vein’d pavement
and I was walking last night
through the tradition and crushed
beauty of the Poems
and I was walking last night
through every American home

We were fat in every bed
and blooming with tendrils of smoke
We were dizzy with spin
and trying to vote our conscience
though our conscience was hard to find
We had torn apart those lands
we feared and discovered them
in our dreams

I was walking like a terrorist
through a city darkened by
invisible rain
I walked like an insurgency
owning nothing but resistence
and opening from the inside
out

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