daddy was a commie

daddy was a commie
pink flash on ’57 quarter panel
he was a hip red

roaring down McCarthy coloured avenues
graffiti brained & cigarette fingered
Screech howling east end abroad the
Vancouver rain thick blooded &
oily like the mud on Daytons the
echoes in alleys on paydays
blunt penciled legion hall manifestos the
sweat smell of work & wrath &
blame-hands in fists &
dates in concrete streets the
punks the disappointed smashed
Saturday night windows at
the decay of dark the
beer buzz morphing eyes
squinting at the eastern limits & the
muted burst of morning

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