Flashbacks

SB1070 (One)

an orchestra of chainsaws and paper shedders

awakened me as the first rays of sunshine

spraypainted my window.

the machines sounded as if they were matured machetes

stomping the earth

separating the concrete even more.

i heard their voices

malice and mischief strumming their internal guitars

with the loudest projection of hate

my ears ever picked up.

they took advantage of loose speech

roaring across the streets

that the souls of brown people were going to be yanked

from this head of free will... of civility... of restless joy

Have their profiles watermarked and benchpressed

as wanted people who don't deserve an ounce of justice.

and it was then i shed a drop of ink

for each prospective victim...

and the spraypaint began to melt

and dry on my windowsill...