Raymond Farr
Apparitional States
4.
The identity
Of the man
Is being withheld
He is one link
In the busted fence
Of a hi-jacked
Civilization
In a stolen police car
He is taking us
Nowhere
His blue eyes
Stray from
The treacherous road
& raving
Along the edges
Of a bleak river
At sunset
He sets fire
To the ghosts
Of 2 wrong ideas
& so we find him
Complicit
In how
Our city—lit up
Like a call girl—
Is dying now—
A corpse
In a house
In total
Darkness
& somewhere off
In a canyon
A nightmare
Of teen boys
Is roaming
Our block
In the pitch
Blackness
& looking for
“the shit”
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4.
The identity
Of the man
Is being withheld
He is one link
In the busted fence
Of a hi-jacked
Civilization
In a stolen police car
He is taking us
Nowhere
His blue eyes
Stray from
The treacherous road
& raving
Along the edges
Of a bleak river
At sunset
He sets fire
To the ghosts
Of 2 wrong ideas
& so we find him
Complicit
In how
Our city—lit up
Like a call girl—
Is dying now—
A corpse
In a house
In total
Darkness
& somewhere off
In a canyon
A nightmare
Of teen boys
Is roaming
Our block
In the pitch
Blackness
& looking for
“the shit”