Say You Love
Say you love the sound
found in the city
late at night
Say you love
crime and siren whine
of metal people, watching signs
under
artificial light
Say you love
abstraction's wail at suicide
in master fashion
flash-bulb action -
black and white framed genocide
Say you love
Kafka dogma traps
that play too long
at parity with literary
death's associate decay
Say you love
to love
yourself without a doubt
or selfish thought
Say you love
to gather
all together
sick and seedy people
of the city
Say you love
to disassemble what is found
or does resemble
what you think without a thought
or what you thought before you think
Say you love
the future
and
democracy
is dead
without
a
hope
for
resurrection
or
the scope
of its rejection
in reflections you are fed
Say you love...
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