Bronx Zoo was under brightness burning through Ozone Layer
weakened by parasites.
I sweated hours in heat wave to prevent homelessness by
Paradise Management. I roamed decades of
buildings and houses that made it to 21 Century.
Water
I saw park as paradise when I saw a water fountain.
It was a dry well in The South Bronx.
It was like a mirage.
I’m thirsty for justice like a turtle left to die in a
desert of scorpions.
Unlike the boy I was, I see the virtue of violence on
evildoers.
I finally tracked you down. I know exactly where you live.
You have no idea on what I’m going to do with you.
Yes, you, Freedom of Speech.
I have many ideas…
To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real
Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny
Aponte of P.S 161
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi
journalism
I’m writing program to bring Hell to Paradise Management.
Behold a pale writer. And deadline wrote with him
End
My brain MRI done by New York Radiology, TV guided mind on
sharpening visions
…like tears in rain…
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