What? ' by Talile Ali
Into the hallway
Out in the street
Into the subway
Something to eat
Over the crossway
down at the desk
minutes to hour
none of it rest
muscles are cramping
fingers are sore
memory lapsing
can't think no more
finally exit
down in the streets
people are sweaty
smell like bad meat
back thru the hallway
into the tub
fall on the sofa
eatting a sub
rubing my eyes
scatching my head
fade into darkness
something like dead
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poem by Talile Ali
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