Sunday
was election day
On my way to vote
I saw a homeless man
build a fire
on the pavement
The flames raged
high and yellow
under the cold
morning sky
I wonder
if it wasn’t
an omen
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disposable poetry 
Fire, fire, u sound like Beavis dude : things are getting kinda kool.
djn (ps : by de way, maybe u’ve noticed it : dj nic’s back)