The Loop ~ Spoken Word

We have stoops on streets and corners so what lands can be heard from the cracks on steps

Tides flow empty and drums beat they beat I am beat

And Miss Henderson waves good-bye to her son from the sun
And Sarah’s mom’s funeral was sad
Because fuck cancer

Life can’t be written away by historians or philosophers

Tucked away trauma



Nixon Malcolm Kennedy and Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.


Under the earth where trauma goes to die

Can you remember where you were when the twin towers fell

A millisecond can’t alter it to any degree of logic

What lives must die



And memory will remind me

That alterations are tragic misconceptions
Of the truth

And nothing is more traumatic

Than the truth


And time sets again


The Loop

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