sick freaks

This land is perverted,

roads carved out, hills lacerated

Sick freaks with candy houses,

neon lawns, and plastic rocks

Blinded by dashboards,

LEDs, and wood shake

Lungs filled with tire rubber,

neighbor stares, always blank

This land is perverted,

desocialized, bodies rended

Tightrope tar and self religion,

God forbid you walk

Cross the street in anticipation,

confronting gaze of slate

Numb the guilt with biopowder,

fight what you don’t sate

This land is perverted,

sickly plants, and crops twisted

Misplaced trees line concrete,

fledgling, cramped rootstalk

Caretakers and stewards,

casualties and forced converts

Moved-in settlers replace them,

pauperize and coerce

This land is perverted,

by sick freaks

Pay to have the trees pruned and never leave the house

Your grass pristine for gray water and dog piss

You don’t talk or wave to anyone

Keep the windows closed and draw the curtains

Your Brown landscaper is more real than you’ll ever be

Sick freaks, high horses, and white leeches

Your rat dog can’t kill the Coyote

whose soul was here long before you made this hill your home

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