HIS ARMOUR & HIS ZEN

it changed 

when he got
a hand-me-down granada
with dark grease patches
marking up the headrests

he sat eyes front

a car man now

barking lazy 

hand-me-down racisms

like he thought

he had found 

his armour & his zen

DUM-DUM SPACE

  crawling 
  in 
  the 
  dum-dum space 
between the always sky
and
the nowhere land
the everyday paints stains 
on my 
hand-me-down clothes
like
camo

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