a baseball game
wafts in through the hallway-
the crack of a bat
and the gospel hush-
an announcer raises
his voice
above the street sounds
beyond the reaching white
curtain,
down the zigzag fire escape-
churning motors
and lungs-
chatters and shrieks
bumping bass and horns
bleating
but in the dim living room
an electric fan grinds out
stillness-
a woman and a man
sit together and share
a beer from a jelly glass
while folding laundry
Author notes
it was once a collaboration, but now it is not
Written April 7th, 2006
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As a jelly jar drinkin', laundry foldin' son of a crack head grandmother,
I find your double use of the term Rebel repulsive.
You, sir, are more poodle lipstick than rebel,
perhaps a poodle
winkie
is
more to the point!~) -
Dry cleaners.
Smile.
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Aww, this is absolutely sweet! I feel cheered just from reading it. Ordinary life is pretty poetic stuff. This is a fine example of that. Write on!
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Sounds like paradise. Happiness can be found anywhere for it comes from within. A beautiful painting you have created here. Thank you. Keep up the great writing.
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schools and schools and schools
emanate intrigue repulse attract
students and students and students
pulse like blood bearing too many coagulants
but the fun of being persists in the study of same
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I like this poem, it reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting, it has something urban and dusty about it, something reminiscent and thoughtful.
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This gets your mind tickin' over doesn`t it? i like it.
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