APril Ate Mhy Shorts April 8 2013 NPM
APril Ate Mhy Shorts
APril Ate Mhy Shorts
frustrating day
April 8 2013
NPM
National Poetry MOnth
shorts
gone
lonesome george george of the jungle
DAMN it JIM eye am not a monkey
the disc was wiped clean the title was the Green Grass all of it is used and yet it runs eye hear the disc turning around and around like an old vynal record and it is oddly reassuring and so eye kept it like a fan motor that needs oil yet burns
the wind upon my face is not cool and eye clean my old laptop called her she and yes a woman needs more attention now
The Apes rule the sidewalks now you see them now they disappear but the traces is the graffiti and the noise of the yelling in the wind
calling attention to the homeless plight yet fussing with police in sight they still help less fortunate sons
beggars in spanish outfits comatose young men in the green grass he hides beneath the wind the behemoth roars
April flowers late bloomers sordid limpers lame cocks
SNITCH
they accuse each other now of not doing the job they pick on the young rookie why they said why are you not arresting anyone they say it strong as iff it is not the fault of the administration at all but the fault of the new young men
they are there and you knoe where they all are
overheard on the Canal Street
as this homeless does his limp bisquit walk
one foot on the pavemeant meant for all
one small limp for man
one giant stride for all mankind
freedom marching on
time last of all
— at Canal Street.APril Ate Mhy Shorts
frustrating day
April 8 2013
NPM
National Poetry MOnth
shorts
gone
lonesome george george of the jungle
DAMN it JIM eye am not a monkey
the disc was wiped clean the title was the Green Grass all of it is used and yet it runs eye hear the disc turning around and around like an old vynal record and it is oddly reassuring and so eye kept it like a fan motor that needs oil yet burns
the wind upon my face is not cool and eye clean my old laptop called her she and yes a woman needs more attention now
The Apes rule the sidewalks now you see them now they disappear but the traces is the graffiti and the noise of the yelling in the wind
calling attention to the homeless plight yet fussing with police in sight they still help less fortunate sons
beggars in spanish outfits comatose young men in the green grass he hides beneath the wind the behemoth roars
April flowers late bloomers sordid limpers lame cocks
SNITCH
they accuse each other now of not doing the job they pick on the young rookie why they said why are you not arresting anyone they say it strong as iff it is not the fault of the administration at all but the fault of the new young men
they are there and you knoe where they all are
overheard on the Canal Street
as this homeless does his limp bisquit walk
one foot on the pavemeant meant for all
one small limp for man
one giant stride for all mankind
freedom marching on
time last of all
DAMN it JIM eye am not a monkey
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