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Sunday: 8:48pm:
These city streets are especially ripe tonight.
The jagged shape of your hip-hop winding its way through.
My ears.
Into my stream of rhythmic words.
Sketched into my thoughts.
Breaking any trace of flow
Turning signals out...

Scattered. And static.

I try to twist your sidewalks pungent tapestry into beauty.
A flash of rich colours to choose from.
But all that stares back is carnage.

This filthy city's public urinal.

And I’d rather not write of such a wasteland.
But there’s no question in my mind tonight.
There are no deeper revelations to be found.

Tonight I have to scratch away the surface of ugly.
Just to catch a glimpse.

just a glimpse of your starving history.

Scratching.
And scraping.
And scratching...
Digging deeper.

And still nothing.
Not even a whisper.

Sunday: 10:27pm:
Sometimes I hate this place

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On Tuesday November 7th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

urban wastelands; 21st century jackals in concrete prairies....wicked context, a great post shinin in the headlights of my mind's cateyes....purrfecto!!

On Tuesday November 7th, 2006, Alanarchy (1600) writes:

Every town has it's own distinct tastes and smells. And they all have their moments of beauty, even in the middle of all the garbage and cracked pavement. On the other end of the spectrum, we find this write. Every town is a place for someone to die, a

On Tuesday November 7th, 2006, Alanarchy (1600) writes:

and for culture to go to waste. I definately enjoyed this piece. There's alot of poetry traversing every sidewalk. Thanks, and write on.

On Monday November 6th, 2006, Ainsof (1838) writes:

The stench of piss! This reminds me of a ProPain song... I love it! Ah, to wallow in in the dung of city refuse... you capture the ugliness that beckons me from afar. I like the way the reader is forced, through brief metaphors, to empathize with your dis

On Monday November 6th, 2006, Ainsof (1838) writes:

disdain, your pain, while taking on the characteristics of vermin, in the end... I feel rat like as I read; the whisper may even conjure connotations of christmas--nothing was stirring not even a ... possibly a subtle stab at capitalism bred in urban swea

On Monday November 6th, 2006, Ainsof (1838) writes:

sweatshops... gorgeous depiction of what can be completely despairing

On Tuesday November 7th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2406) writes:

yes..I agree!!

On Monday November 6th, 2006, anth (1611) writes:

whitman had his countryside and you have your wastelands, this was like howl dragged through dirty needle parks, a grimy yet beautiful poem like rain in scorcese films

On Monday November 6th, 2006, urbanhumility (1351) writes:

urban....and cold....it takes talent to traverse the city...and truly notice...............spoken so well.........urban

On Monday November 6th, 2006, Six-Out (1824) writes:

It's amazing how one can find the words to make beauty out of something you hate. Something you loathe. The place we live inspires us so, doesn't it? Another supurb piece.

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