You 

You were always like a white carnation when I loved you:

sweet, fragile, pure|

And like a white carnation I plucked you from a well-worn crack in the pavement and kept you and spoiled you with everything I had...

A LONELY JOG IN A LONELY PARK

Earthquakes

by Nikki Dudley, editor of Streetcake Magazine

I shiver when I think about you

reading this. Like a police dog hunting for

evidence.

THIS IS A WAKE UP! This is a rude awakening

but don’t ask why…At least it’s not drink, sir!

(At least, it’s only a small time drug.)

The world is a sea

of questions/answers- are islands amidst the

crashing wavesdon’tthinkitwillbeokay-

It Won’t. Don’t utter a fort or

we will have lost. Don’t utter

a thought, don’t utter a fault, don’t utter…

that cars are invented to cull humanity,

humanity is invented to cull itself.

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