After Ellum

inner lights
flash their wretched sign,
it is closing time.
outside lights
blast my pinhole eyes,
police driving by –
tell me to keep moving.
my head is not still,
it is my feet that are numb,
arrest my feet!
feel me, beat me, kick me,
lock me up.
you have failed
mother fucker
to control me.
my mind remains free.

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