a poem by Karl Iglesias

was parked in front of the police station
between witches banging on the roof and your mother the hospital

the honest purple the empty corner
for I wore black slacks when I lost my religion
stubborn in autumn blonde

I graduated from imbalance
afternoon of showout-red apples
empower me and then independence

between the light and me
and then speaking at all and then speak
about myself and isn’t that better

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