January Poem 1

I with knives

Slicing criminals’ purse.

Black of pockets

Muttering the word.

Pieces in the darkest parts.

Santa Clause at the Macy’s

With his gun.


Dressed all in black

Except processes

Jenkins was afraid.

The city decided

The mythology around being homeless.

His sign: man himself

Throwing candy.

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