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Slow, sitting
in a cloud
of exhaust.

Windows rolled
up to protect
you, but now
you’re trapped,
Enclosed with
no vent for
your emotions
fighting for
release and
a brawl.

Hatred, anger, rage,
Impatience win through
to the confusion,
fighting over the
gun in your glove box.

Shots ring out.

Another city,
another gun,
Wants your last
$8 dollars,

Your money or

Is there anything
worth killing or
dying for?



I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents,“Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.