The Gutter (Poem)

I’m coming from the gutter
The land that makes you wonder
The home of the greed
The land of the slave
The hand that takes you under

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I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…