printed them LARGE TYPE on yellow poster board
handed them to someone i trusted so they would not be confiscated
then kidnapped a musician to RUTA MAYA.
He was tired/had been living with no sleep
through the random harassments of our APD
He needed to be in different company
among the wild flowers of poetry
So he went out on the side porch
where smoke rises from the hot talk
and he came in to listen to the words walk
in our Tuesday night indoor demonstration
At the end,i asked if he wanted to stay
He wanted to get back,so i drove him away
Gave him a library so folk might read
as they sit upon the steps of our futures.See!
how easy it is for the new to come through
All that OCCUPY needs-
is you...
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