Pipe Dreams



I was the byproduct

of my environment


Polluted and disoriented


Rough concretes

and twisted lead that make up

cluttered saclike captivities

that we burrow in


We call it home

although it is just a house


There are no fond memories here


Only bullet paved windows

and exhausted blinds

voices that shatter

and bound us to our floorboards


You told me the only hope that existed

lies in the sky


That dark abyss


It holds no hope

not a shred of belief

even those deities didn’t believe you

they laughed when they took you


Cried when I found comfort in it

sobbed while I was filled with warmth


Now I am provenance





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