May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three | |||||||||||
Joseph Lisowski | |||||||||||
Kazu’s Son There’s a world out there, I know. But I don’t go no more. It got a lotta jazz, pizzazz, lotta sparks, mountains of money. There’s this world out there that clanks a rusty wheel, stainin’ earth with old blood. People’s always fallin’ off. I watch it all, you know, them stickin’ cinders ina eye. So loud the death wails I can’t hear. But sometimes open the door an’ peek. |
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