Playground (Photo credit: phalinn)
a piece of rubbish i wrote when i first moved to California:
bubonic playground
at the dawn of the beginning
of what never ends,
going ’round, bringing out the dead,
shall we feast upon the corpses
of those we’ve hated and loved?
or laugh and lament over their withering bones?
on the bubonic playground that we share,
don’t shed a tear for oilspills or bloodspills.
let’s all scream our heads together
for the love that’s been spilled
like empty seed on barren ground.
let’s all scream our faces in the mirror
until we melt together
and just for once leave hate and discontent behind.
agnewpickens 
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