May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three
Joseph Lisowski
Kazuís Son

Thereís a world out there, I know.
But I donít go no more.
It got a lotta jazz, pizzazz,
lotta sparks, mountains of money.

Thereís this world out there
that clanks a rusty wheel,
staininí earth with old blood.
Peopleís always falliní off.

I watch it all, you know,
them stickiní cinders ina eye.
So loud the death wails I canít hear.
But sometimes open the door aní peek.
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