Wednesday, April 13, 2016


Automaticity Automatic City

I am, all by myself, a city
There are parts of me where White women do not go at night.
An urban planner envisioned my entrails.
Parking is a problem.
Locals say genital gentrification is on the rise.
Neighborhoods aren’t what they used to be.
Industrialization and a lack of public transportation
The school district in my spinal column is in shambles.
Mayor Mouth is corrupt.
The whole damn city council is a colonic croc of shit.
But the artists are putting down roots.
Culture is being crafted in my esophagus.
Silicon Valley has an eye on the clavicle real estate market.
Perhaps next year there will be a renewal of self.

Now it is mostly plastic bags stuck in stubby trees.

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