493 / GREEN LINE / OMNI

December 2024 - about my daily four to five hour commute on public transit at the time...

this CITY HATES YOU THIS

city HATES YOU IT

loves YOUR FEW HUNDRED DOLLARS BUT

you. YOURSELF ARE DESPISED

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these DAYS YOU ARE CHEWED

days SPENT BETWEEN ITS METAL TEETH

you ARE CRUSHED AS YOU

traverse DOWN ITS CONCRETE THROAT

its NOT PERSONAL BUT YOUR

body IS ALREADY IN ITS MAW, READY TO BE CRUNCHED

like A COLLECTION OF MERE CARTILAGE

a JUNK CAR, MADE OF MEAT, A

louse POPPED UNDERNEATH A MANICURED NAIL

among THE MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE

bloated AS THEIR FLESH CONGEALS TOGETHER WHILE

ticks. IN SPORTS CARS FEAST ON THEIR REMAINS

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mind-numbing VIVACITY, VAPIDITY IN

videos WHERE YOU STAR AS A PASSERBY AMONG THE

beautiful RICH AND SUPERIOR

poetry IN THE TRAIN CARS ABOUT THE

city THAT HATES YOU

glittering WITH A WEALTH THAT HATES YOU

strangers GLARING BECAUSE YOU RUINED THEIR SHOT

smiling TO THEIR AUDIENCE

back TURNED TO THE POOR

you ARE VERMIN, NOT MEANT TO

preservere.

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Baby Chicken Boy

July 2025 - about coloured chicks

Your maleness deemed you useless,

Gave them reason to be ruthless,

Practicality spared you the knife,

And thrust you in to dye,

Stained pink for life

Caged and displayed, little toy

The beast that compelled them

bought you, brought you, named you

Cooed and called you its little baby chicken boy

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So I held you in the palm of my hand

You closed your eyes in the crook of my neck

We sleep in the sun, you peck

Dig worms from the dirt,

Shake, defecate gently on my shirt

My little baby chicken boy

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By June,

Your legs have grown tall

Candied feathers fall,

You fluff marigold.

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Come the Monsoon,

You become heavier to hold,

Your chirrups turn to bawks,

I’m told youre a bother

Needing a bigger box.

So I leave you in the coop,

Watch you dig worms from the dirt,

Peck at my pants, poop on my shirt,

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In July,

I visit you when it’s dry,

When the sky,

Begins to bloat, I

Kiss you goodbye,

The clouds open their throat,

And begin to cry,

I sit in my room,

And let you die.