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Pining On Pike
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Pining On Pike |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
Coughs and free slippers Soulful waste I find coins and gold Filling empty bags And cigarrettes The sun I need the sun To shine on me And reflect on you So I can see Another buss passes by And I can't hear my guitar But I hear innovation The engine is actually A metronome of sorts And all the ants work this mound If you would please Low ground makes fertile soil Details, and then... A beast... Thrills me to employment And the knife leaves his mouth This dagger Very famous for claws And exploitation Touches my heart Its removal is simple Except for the simple In my blindness I sit in shame And think If only I squint And try I'll see it coming next time Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
A chilling write! You have an excellent vocabulary and it shows in your word choices. Nice one! |
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SilhouetteMarquis Junior Member
since 2008-02-07
Posts 32 |
I actually had goosebumps from this! Your diction is spot on, my friend, as it morphs to the purposefully "mechanical" nature of the poem. Now, does this poem happen to refer to a gun? I'm just curious, but it seems that the references in this poem were to a gun? Maybe? I dunno. Would it be wrong to picture a 1950's summer day in Washington State, in a wooded area? That's the scenery I was picturing all throughout this poem. Very good write, though! |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
thank you jennifer. i was thinking about life in downtown seattle at 3rd and pike right outside of walgreens. i sit there and play guitar sometimes and i see all the crackheads, police, business people, and kids. and the next street north is pine. and i'm there playing music of course with my own hopes and humanity. all the different walks make you think. thank you sm. Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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