District Lines

A man has two hands.
One reaches into the ground
To unearth his plans
And demand
For his own satisfactory
Desires.
His hand conspires,
Blood pulses through his veins
And bulging snares
Beat their
Thick greed to satisfy.
The other is extended –
Reaching,
Its joints firm and unbending
Imitating and pulsating
To the thumping
In his soul,
Its blood courses freely
To commit
Every kinetic impulse and He
Knows which hand
The man will consciously eliminate
To satiate
His treasure-filled soul.

::Printed on American Apparel::



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