a very dull boy

poetry

the guy at the bodega called me his friend
there’s Canadian smoke in the skies of Philadelphia again
you can feel the walls of possibility close in

don’t play with me

what once more the sun’s energy begets
the all hands meeting this morning was tense
a homeless man on my block just put up a tent

don’t play with me

lol, lmao she responds to a reel
the rich control the definition of words such as “steal”
i know exactly how long it takes for blood to congeal

don’t play with me

they couldn’t, they won’t, but they already did
then hopped in a casket with a waterproof lid
we, as a society, should have taken care of our kids

and played more with them

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