the last time i wrote here i shared lew welch's chicago poem
yesterday i found some words in my journal from my time in chicago...:
wednesday may 2nd. 6:30am at sheffield and addison waiting for a craigslist ride to madison who never showed...
I have to be hard, hardened to live in this place.
if i care about others, i'll deplete myself.
in this city the poor are spat upon.
ignored, told they are stupid
and dangerous and sick and wrong
thrown into jail if they don't get killed in the streets first.
the sound of the el
is the sound of my ribcage cracking
tears of shock and pain leak
from the corners of my eyes
and i weep for the lost everything
for the four of us waiting in a tunnel
deep under the surface of the streets
for a monster to swallow us whole into
its belly
for the operator who spends every night
it is this cleaving
this separation
which makes us unsafe
how do you go out to dinner when so many go hungry?
------------->and Dear you, oh longtime
woodlawn englewood garfield park
lawndale west humboldt resident---
what do you dream of?
what is your tree of life?
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