Friday, March 14, 2008

face off conscience-less council
members continue to sell out
humble community folks
make jokes about no bucks....

... Anxiety gnaws
at poetic/political craw
as Queen City skyline
comprised of strangling structures
grows in metal/glass/concrete
dimensions, there is a feeling
of constriction
-- faint glimmer of prisons past --"

* * *


Talk to comfort.
Talk to honor.
Talk of injustice.
Talk for healing.
Knowledge is living...

Knowledge has no end.
Knowledge is beginning."

poem excerpts from "De-Urban-I-Zation Blues" and "Feel Good Song" by raúlsalinas from Indio Trails.

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