DEAD WOMAN DYING

©1999 Roland Porter, ©1993 Roland Poet X (ISBN: 1881822-0905)
Combat boots.
Goose-stepping Squares.
In Stars.
Hollywood.
Fucked-Up Boulevard.
STOP. U-TURN.
U-STAY. U-DIE.
Psycho-Derelict streets.
Filled with some sort of
Sparking Shit.

The Home of the Freeway.
Living under Over-pass.
Leather jacket sleeping bags.
Throwing beer-nuts at monkeys
Driving Credit Cars
Swerving to avoid a:

DEAD WOMAN DYING.

ALLEY VETS

©1999 Roland Porter, ©1993 Roland Poet X (ISBN: 1881822-0905)
Sanitation trucks wake my slumber.
The bustle of foot traffic and delivery vans
erupt my wish to snooze-or-die.
I scream at the noise tearing my head apart
as I pull pecker pee plastered piss-painted walls.
I served my time in 'Nam.
I still got the flag to keep me warm.
Bountiful food to eat from trash dumpsters...
plenty of discard to drink.
The American Dream is mine.

OPEN READING

©1999 Roland Porter, ©1993 Roland Poet X (ISBN: 1881822-0905)
Her poems rhyme because they’re only order in a dysfunctional life. Words reflected off 20 lb. Bond into blue eyes blackened. Polaroids of her heart snapped falling in some Man's Canyon. Mother had warned her of toys like him. Still, she played. Laid. Psychological damage un-wanted. Valiums don't destroy. Protesters block clinic. Free coat hanger with un-used wedding dress. Love discarded. Flushed away, but still hurts.
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