Looking Out From The Inside Of A Tall Glass

Poem By Juan Marquez

I see people, people with fun
and greased joints and hinges that dont squeak
i live here, at the bottom of this tall glass
Suburbia on the rocks
with parking lots and basketball courts of whiskey

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fine observation of how some seek escape

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