August 1, 2001

• Written 7/27 in a poetry workshop at the street newspaper conference:
  

  Locked up in hungry concrete

  muscles wrenched

  stomach tight

  nervous mind

  can't light.

   

  Officer Friendly

  of the motorcycle drill corps

  is shooting homeless black men.

   

  I lie awake listening to 30 snores

  & identifying every one

  sleep at the airport

  where only the black men are rousted

  hope for a tent community

  not locked down.

  
  

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