slam and concrete poetry by Scout Quinn

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wear the chest pain

i live. a home?


i have a home here
some cubic metres.

mine not mine.
is this life we are living now?

necessary and right.

a home?
digital landmarks and
here is the rent paid in part.

bound to here. a home?

cardboard walls and concrete ceilings.

the noise the noise.
here i am digitised here i am everything.
we are faceless.

do anything.
be anything.

i live. a home?


empty words. within. the truth is within.

a home?