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OMOUT & Luchas Hut

Two Poems

By Michael ButorovichPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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.OMOUT.

Odd man out

To step into the

Wasteland alone.

Without a horse,

Without a home,

Without a compass,

Without a mystical stone.

With a verse,

With a chance to roam,

If there is wind

Then off we go.

Odd man out to

Witness the trolls

And gaslight mobs

Doing terrific jobs.

Late night acid walks

Hoping not to get shot

By cops.

Odd man out

From the womb till

This gonzo train stops.

Odd man out

In his own place

Until the solar pops.

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.LUCHAS HUT.

I'd agree it's always coldest before the

Dawn, having felt it.

All through the night one

Can hear the noises from

Freeway traffic to the train

Running down its tracking.

I see vehicle lights and

Those freights in my mind

While sleeping on the dirt

In the hut of Lucha55

With a candle bright.

I've never been closer to life.

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Michael Butorovich

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