Open Poetry #25 |
the jailhouse has no name |
noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
The jailhouse has no name Forsaken people on the roof of abandoned buildings Twelve minutes before dawn Waiting for that light To bring them back home the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac [This message has been edited by noah j (03-31-2003 11:14 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
up on the roof with you, waiting... |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
you remind me of a scene in Independence Day in which people congregated at the roofs, appealing to the aliens to take them home but instead got fried...geez er, may i ask how old are you? |
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