Open Poetry #45 |
East Riding |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
L.A fought through sheer sun and they crossed the street with their collars wrinkled and arms pulsating from a night-less alley. It's tough round' here, East L.A, with a needle between two veins, two sets of eyes, and a pocket full of change, a pocket full of mans lies sleeping in the echoes of an empty garage. Jaded, fleeced, run around with a stank of Hennessy, pushing a cart full of empty cans, for a taste of this. A taste of East LA without the liquor, the darkened hoodies, the push of a needle through the plain clothing the hunched over figure Of a man with a needle, pushing through East LA. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Dark and heavy, Tomer. This is truly a poem of the streets. Well constructed with great images in a neo-Gothic sense. Thank you Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, JIm..happy you enjoyed the read, appreciate the comments. Cheers |
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