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Profile of Porter Daryl

Suburban Kid;

The afternoon sun hit my eyes
like sand through the slits in the fence slats
from the cadmium yellow of the skies
where I sat with my fellow in back of the flats
engaging on his slippery tongue.

Who makes the law for this hole
in creation called suburbia, this quiet domain
of bungalows and gallows whose soul’s
imprisoned ...


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