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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (March 13, 2015)
Street Roots • March 13-19, 2015 Street Poetry Page 14 Tomorrow By Ron Sanford Tomorrow’s dreams lie across the river Where nobody cares to make sense of them. We live for.today. Those unmonitored senses which we labeled, Now we can see in a new, fresh and bold way. Once we find time to forage through the landfills, We will be reminded of why We didn’t document anything In the first place. Untitled By Mr. Man My eyes-have seen the light . but my heart belongs to darkness introducing souls to their maker but never meeting mine. Was the pay worth the pain I was following orders, he was just a xhild. Kill or be killed, the old motto goes. Was it all for nothing? Does the devil own my soul? I can ask for forgiveness, idle chatter. The razor cuts the flesh...Am I dead? Nope, still have a job to do. Physical pain trumps mental. Snap out of it, we are a long way from home. Ah...back to work. “Tango at 6 o’clock going hot.” Strange Coincidence By Mike Vance Toys and tattered clothes soaked in urine and rain strewn down the sidewalk like Hansel and Gretel’s breadtrail down the grid to the steel grate where destinations trickle down to the aqueduct in a stream of tears Faces echo the tarnished glow back to the concrete and bricks with the voice of a hungry stare screaming for light before dawn One day and a million more alike The pigeons land here claim their spill and fly to the roof tops to shitbomb pedestrians into submission as the white and green ooze splashes in your mother’s latte the shell’s shock and other such tales By j. mccurdy I was too busy writing history down o n ... hand m e down napkin notes to notice - t h e shell shock in the mirror or the smoke rising like surrender flags in the tendrils of my hair
