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'time flies when you're having fun'

i found something awesome today while writing a poem comparing myself to dead flies. enjoy.







http://gessato.com/blog/2009/10/10/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun/

work in prog.

City Scapes

Leaves fall and gather
between taxi-cabs and curbs,
waiting for someone
to grow tired of wading
through the raw November air.

I get impatient
with the pavement while darkness
comes and goes with the
passing of a cloud above
cold steel and concrete heavens.

Rows of yellow lights
pause then turn to red then green
and illuminate
the asphalt night wet with rain
and scattered broken bottles.

Somewhere uptown on
Amsterdam a girl I know
has crescent eyes, legs
that creep into the night with
stockings damp from grief and shame.

who want's to get together and pack some heat?!

really cool guys.

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free verse sonnet 1 granted family is pronounced fam-lee

Pressure pushing down on me pressing down
on you no man ask for, under pressure
that burns a building down splits a family-
in two puts people on streets - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing what this world
is about watching some good friends screaming
'Let me out.' pray tomorrow - gets me high
Pressure on people - people on streets, Oh
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the
floor. These are the days it never rains but
it pours. People on streets - ee da de da
People on streets - ee da de da de da