this morning is
jolted into play
by a whorish
sunrise in the
shadows of a
pimp who likes to
stand in doorways;
innocent tourists
walk early streets
in search of purpose
stolen from them
during the night
years ago when
they thought they
had been sleeping;
priestly pawns parade
around the game
of boards, seeking
handouts while releasing
sights and sounds
of the new day;
unorthodox police
barricaded inside
opportunities, swing
truth swords at
pimp shadows
and a few
priestly pawns
because they can.
24Aug14
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