stream of consciousness poetry at 1st and State in Rockford, IL
4/13/26
Sitting
on the corner
1st and State, a sunset
the rain falls but it is warm
flag pole clacks
this and that
choke me harder daddy
just like that
the whole world went through
a rebirth
when it rained
cleansing
deeper
please
deeper it goes into the ground
sinking
sink me
deeper
thoughts at the corner of 1st and State.
***
People pull up to the curb in
thirty-thousand dollar cars
scurry past the vagrants, dear
don’t look them in the eye
double-beep
off down the street
without even knowing
what the real ‘street’ is
***
I wonder if people even know about any goddamn’d thing
truly, they all seem
to be idiots.
you, idiot one.
you, idiot two.
there are few things humans can’t do
but the ones we do poorly,
we do especially well.
***
He walked away
I wonder if he might have stayed
had I asked him
to choke me harder
or had I let him
work as he wanted
take what he wanted
pushed as deep as he needed.
Should I have allowed him the space between my skin
and bones
***
a heart
arteries
i wonder if
this ghost
will ever leave
a haunted human
something is wrong in the eaves
I scream
you scream
we all scream, eventually
***
The tall buildings unfurl
dudebro asks
if I have a light
i don’t –
doesn’t matter,
the question was a trick
he just wanted to know
if I would reply
and now
he is asking me
to the backseat
of
his car.
***
Flowers in bloom
in front of the art deli
few doors down the street
a Zionist prays Palestine shall never be free
another block away
the bar
where gays
should feel safe,
but I heard otherwise
from a beautiful trans woman.
City Hall on the corner.
East State.
***
I wonder
if anyone would look for me
could I disappear
so easily
slip into the river
slip into something
a little more comfy
the pressure against
feels good
when all I am is pressure
inside
***
Did they honestly want anyone to sit at these tables when they constructed them here? Did they hope anyone would utilize this space? Are there cameras? Can they see me right now? I would imagine they could track the things we do and say. So the city can see the homeless just fine.
//goblin poet//
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