Rest in Place

the city
a place where
thank you is a
rose that stinks

where the welcome
mat is upside down
and bats hang
downside up

where rest in
peace pipes are
clogged with grease
from a thousand palms

where old men
are blissfully shot
through the head

where boys named
Adam snatch the
golden apple while
their navels hide tainted

the city that
died a thousand
deaths caught in
the flimsy film of water

on the
room floor

where the

kindles a

(c) 2016 Tony Robles


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