Walking through the city today I thought of some hiaku that reflected the atmosphere. Here they are in their un-edited form:
1)
black kids run so fast
the city's a drum machine
silence, decieving
2) A pensive bull dyke
crouches on her lovers face
pretends we aren't there
3) Grey not yellow
asian toddlers look like aliens
the truth is out there
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