In the Freezing Rain Rides the Pale Horse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 04, 2018

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situational ecstasy
slams me like a door,
a door of glass windows and
oakishly
hyperbolic hallucinations.
it's midnight in lower downtown,
approaching is the gentry,
keeping awake the populace 
with night terrors 
consisting of high rent condos
and sushi restaurants.
My arms are tattooed,
covered with parking attendants
and used bookstores,
panera breads and
slam poetry readings.
old school bohemia has
become the new chic,
the wanderlust only possible
when connected to 
trust funds.
through the mahogany entrance
of a lavish
country club,
heated debates arise among 
armani suits 
and twenty-five dollar martinis
about the impending crisis of the homeless.
what, may I ask, can 
possibly be done,
when our undeniable riches
expose our poverty?


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