Kansas
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When I see the color
Swirl onto the white canvas
My walls crumble before me
My world grows bigger
The wild prairies of Kansas
Sleep under the night sea
That which held countless stars that hover
3:46 a.m.
on a post-rain Kansas Monday.
I try to wash away
the sleepiness
from my insomnia laden eyes,
pick a fresh sheet of paper
spread clean it almost sheens,
Leavenworth, Kansas.
The midwest of the Midwest.
Not a small town, by any means
Very old buildings, and very old houses,
are found throughout the city.
It's near good hunting spots,
Insideof the structureOf our ruling body liesA cancerous body of lies.It hidesBehind false truths and manufactured factsShy of prying eyes. We timidly tryAnd denyThat the cancer is so alive.
to write all the things that make me
want to jump up
and twist and shout
i would make a never ending list
you would be reading for days
there would be repeats
The golden tides crash against the shores
the shores filled with excitement
excitement because everyone knows what time it is
can you smell that scent?
The days are long the nights short
Kansas, the place where my fathers’ fathers have made home.
A place where on the prairie, the buffalo roam.
But the place of Kansas where I lay in bed
Is much different but the voices of my fathers still sing in my head.
