Replying to a comment on:

Revaluations (Free verse) by Beyond_Dreams

I sat alone in the hidden alley watching the city pass me full of laughing hyenas, unaware. I sat alone, no one noticed me they passed the darkness where I pretended to be glorified with the booze bottle wrapped in paper. The street lamps flickered; red, yellow, and green. One after another music satisfied my aching soul. Maybe I thought the world would be better if my eyes were only half closed. But I am more than a passing person alone, unaware of my surroundings. I was meant to live more here. Sitting on the out skirts of the forgotten lonely alley strumming the stings of life to which no one payed attention; or cared. But I played on. Eyes half open but still more aware than the laughing hyenas blinded by perpetual plastic and predominate lies.

zodiac 1-Feb-05/9:21 PM
Truthfully, I want to write a poem about myself having (or having had) a tail. Verboten?

On a related note, I guess we should be glad Shakespeare was a fairy Negro Jew merchant emperor. Otherwise, what kinds of plays would he have written? About bumming the stage-boys, most like.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001