big town blues (xviii) — contained by the wrong

contained by the wrong
of course you can fight back
grab control
become the wrong yourself

mais quand il marche
le temps
–ish

it’s when you get contained
by an ignorance

18
as soon as i could

despite 30 years
and many deaths

yes

actually
i move country now

insufficient parks perhaps
all those walls
imprisoning streets

i’d better be
another act
for now

a patriarchal death
you see
impends

i have a desire
for something new
king
of something small