the rose mill
poetry and essays of peter graves roberts
Monday, March 5, 2012
holdin' (2001/02)
just holdin' here
where drunks go to die
like dogs run down by
minivans
on this country's sub divided
roads and plots of nothing
that have been mapped and made to
look
like something worth the savings
of those promised a life
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