Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris


*Written June 22, 2008*

in an unclean world it’s hard to “keep it clean”
is there clean anymore?
the gutters of my mind got so much gunk stuck
in their corners and crevices that i think
the concept of clean is more an ideal
that might never get reached
the images i’ve seen on my mind projector
i wish would shwoosh away in natural disasters
but the grimy litter stays always
it’s like cuttin up old photographs but the negatives remain.


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