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XXXII
Nomads drift'n
From one home to another
Move'n as mass
A herd of hooligans
Out-stay'n our welcome
Wander'n to where next
As if parents in
Unsigned consortment
Paid their share
When visit came due
_
Once there was a place
That would not reject us
An abandoned warehouse
Known in the annals as
Skatehouse
Cross the street of
Miller High School
Lay the drab forgotten graveyard
Of my kin
Up & Thru
That graveyard fence
Bordered another
More recent graveyard
After those borders
You come to a grassy pathway
To where we
Cut a pathway
Thru a fence of wire
To a building
Abandoned long ago
Its concrete lot
As spacious as the oceans
Too much space to ever skate
Once some sort of
Newspaper printery
Newspapers stacked in heaps
_
Once sleep'n above in the
Overlook'n Overlord Office
All Unventilated & Grime
The night had been a wild
Party in the Graveyard
Eight of us lay there
Javi Javier Dorsey
Sal Jesus Homer
My older sister & I
Upon the 70s carpet
Caked in dust
Like sand
In a beach-side tent
Around yellow'n paper of
70s Playboy
My older sister & I
Lit them upon the candles
Spread around for light
After throw'n them
At each other
The fun spread like fire
All Toss'n & Avoid'n
We had to escape
Thru the cemeteries
As the firefighters came
Ban'n us forever
From a home span'n several months
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