the chill condenses
as when porridge does
and the tips of my fingers
begin to ache as if to crack
like when i used to pour vodka
on the giant designer ice cube
since i was little i liked corners
memories of life and how its come to be but hasn’t changed me
at an angle framed by brick weeds and piss the King Eddy has closed
window and door a silent rigor mortis
no more free drinks or musty teamster gropes
skid row catches the eye
twilight lives here day or night
but at times it shimmers
like when a man sings a new song
like when i can afford
to tip him five dollars
i like the twilight i feel
and when she staggers to me
and tells me her story
i think that all of us here are missing some teeth
that justice is served
that in this twilight here
Lennon’s imagination
is clear
we are all important because of our story
our statistics aren’t of value
in the twilight of these years
we are one
and we can all use a cup o soup
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Wow! Amazing read! Your imagination and take on reality are stunning.
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thank you Dear Eugi. excellent prompt too 🙂
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My pleasure!
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The poems succeeds in being poetry; a painting with brush strokes that speak truth without preaching.
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you honor my simple words
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friend thanks so much xoxo
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bravo….bravo!
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thank you Poeta xo
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Mbrazfieldm, this is truly a wonderful poem that stimulates all 5 senses to such a degree I get into the poetry and feel the realness through my laptop screen. Thank you for sharing this one. : )
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much love thanks xo
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