put down that crack pipe
the cop tells Blank Eyes
you don’t think i’ve tried?
Blank Eyes lit
the remains
of her dreams
the cop shakes his head
walks away muttering:
i got better things to do
i got better things to do
Blank Eyes
escapes her reality,
10 minutes of relief,
10 minutes of peace,
respite
then…
back to hell
her prison
her life
Notes
- …lots of Blank Eyes on the streets, defeated, seeking relief…peace.
August 23rd, 2018