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Brooklyn Bound

Brooklyn Bound


r.douglas
r.douglas
Brooklyn Bound

Asheville ain’t the answer
The Smokey Mountains not the
final view
I won’t be interned in peak pique
or dust to dusk in blue hue

plant me at low tide
in the harbor of my dawn
damned to a life damp with
high capitalist expectations

and now consumed by consumption
in a bone dry pilgrimage
to the arid conceit of a New
Jerusalem


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