 | Latest Poem: Leaving For the City |
| Morning but. the rush - not here but in ears Crash and hiss // Crash and burn die die killed Your position in the universe unknown Fumble in pocket for proper change A ticket to thank you for your trouble Out of this - out of what :: good-bye for-now Let the cars recede away to nowhere And leave the escalator by platform Tracks between the cars; you between the tracks Stay away // Don't fall in // Leave in a bit The sign: "exotic fun carnival in SF" Submerged and rocking in the darkness Not cars but lights race until forever Out of hills into Oakland - cars again On the billboard floats by California The bay calls Golden Bridge: Golden Death |
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 | Poem Category: Angst |
| Poems in this category:
Leaving For the City by Worker Bee (Feb. 14) Smoking Foil by frayed (Oct. 29) A Peak Inside by darkjester (Mar. 11) |
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