the dirt
is the least dirty thing under this bridge.
Maybe the trash heap
is composting into
graffiti art.
between the highway &
the railroad tracks -
there are souls who wander,
carrying the baggage of distraction beneath their eyes.
with a tearful & sexually stimulating
sadness lingering...
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