Walking the White Line -- A Collection of Poetry by Sasha Walker

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Subject: Walking the White Line

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Sasha

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Date Posted: 21:41:14 10/10/07 Wed

Walking the White Line

That sleazy smirk
looks right at home
back there,
where It belongs,
just another dirty speck
on a low rent horizon

stagnant
in the haunted ruins
of an over crowded box
with barely enough room
to swing a cat

and I, am ear to ear
in the best medicine,
as the black of It, weeps
against the rising sun
and falls angry
from the sky

sucking the steam
from open backs,
drowning
in the flood
of Its own lies
while poetry
smiles the front row

It struggles
to eat my dust
just for one more taste, but
my last-laugh moment
is locked and loaded
as the thunder sky chokes

I walk the white line
and all spaces between,
with shadow as skin,
the wind at my back,
and the sun in my face

� Sasha �06

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