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Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2003-01-27 07:22 AM

Sip the wine slowly,
Taste the years of its aging,
A full bottle stands.

Sirens blare into the air
Light shows of red and blue
Broken wheel and crumpled steel
Spill a pint of red or two.

Swirl the glass slowly
A bouquet delights the nose
Then rolls on the tongue.

Black bags fills with nightly kills
Produced by staccato gun fire
Gangs of young thugs fight over drugs
Spilling youth into the sewers

Fill the glass once more
The bottle stands half empty
Or maybe half full.

Tired old sluts walk dirty cold streets
In hopes of selling the same old thing,
But the wind chills the cars away
So no dirty delights will this night bring.

Slowly sip once more,
Methodically draining
In measured minutes.

Winos and drug addicts vie for steam grates,
For the shelters will not take them in
And the churches wish to save their souls
From the ever present sin.

Another glass full
And the mind slows from thinking
Ready for sleeping.

Checking the bolts on the door
And the iron bars at each window
I turn back the thermostat for the night
To wake in the chill of the next mourning.

Gloom

Nan

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

1 posted 2003-01-27 07:51 AM

You paint a chaotic picture of ghetto life, Professor - It's a bleak existance indeed... This is well done, my friend..

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2003-01-27 09:10 AM

was not disappointed by the title...very impressive portrait

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

3 posted 2003-01-27 09:29 AM

Professor,
The title says it all, but I love your additions.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2003-01-27 10:17 AM

To each their own personal chaos,
yes, Professor?
And yet we dare not allow others
how to live our lives...
you've left quite a remarkable
thought-producing write here,
it's always good to know
that when I peek in? I am never,
ever, disappointed.

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

5 posted 2003-01-27 06:54 PM

Checking the bolts on the door
And the iron bars at each window
I turn back the thermostat for the night
To wake in the chill of the next mourning.

a double meaning here of mourning/morning

and I do the same only I haven't the iron bars...just an attack cat ..yeah sure...*s

WhiteRose
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since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

6 posted 2003-01-27 07:18 PM

I once wrote something similar called "The Projects". You paint a bleak picture indeed, and you do it well my friend.

regards2you
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since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

7 posted 2003-01-27 07:48 PM

Am enjoying your talent a great deal. This is no exception. Perfect picture painted in words.

Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

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