Open Poetry #4 |
Social Standards |
Red Member
since 2000-01-01
Posts 143Ca |
SOCIAL STANDARDS All my short life, I've lived within the boundaries of this megalopolis. not in the 'slums' nor in the 'burbs' But in the bushes. Dancing in the rain. But when the town sleeps, I close my right eye and walk the tightrope. Drawing inexplicable pleasure from tripping over. Crossing the bloody boundary. Lept by the wounded sheep who are terrified to enter This blaphemous ghost town. It's here where I have a home, a family, a friend. My true friend knows, why I can't stay. The sun will rise, and with it social standards. |
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patchoulipumpkin Member
since 2000-01-01
Posts 196Bermuda |
****ing brilliant. Ahhh, i read this, and laughed out loud in appreciation. God, yes, this poem is incredible. Wonderful. Have you read Charles Bukowski? ONly ask because i see similar subjects. Awesome. |
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John Foulstone Member
since 2000-01-01
Posts 100Australia |
As the prior post exclaimed, ****ing brilliant! Hope you make sure the short life gets much longer, and you don't succumb to social standards. |
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