Tricks short poem

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Trees toss their canopies
horses shaking their manes

all the manmade arbor
street signs, power lines

each motion exaggerated
in woeful orange glow

we’re smashing pumpkins
torching porches

huffing spraypaint and praying
for violent excitement

cops chase blue flashers
and sirens, wine bottle fights

dressed as the disenfranchised
tatters and smudged spatters

our good time is your bad
uprooting mom and dad from sleep

breaking fences always tense
for the authoritarian cry to halt

we’re just stoned stunned
only trying to have some fun

broken bones in both my feet
so give me something good to eat

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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