Pondering while listening to Jack Kerouac
Rain burning my brain
Cutting like the Knife
in the dead Cow
at the butcher shop
Slow, agony monster
Tearing pieces
In the midnight city air
Rank and bitter from
The dirt of the homeless
Poets
Walk straight on
Crooked sidewalks
Avoid the vomit pool
Left by Politician
Party boys as a sign
Of what is inside
City strokes my
Consciousness
Whipping out ideas
Along Times Square
Flashing fandango
Falling deep, the
Strangers capture false
Fury developed by
Grotesque neon
Merchants
This bottle hear
Whispers the words
Forget dreams which
Kill kind illusion
I am real and known
To you and your choir boys
I enter, lost in the sewer safety net, asleep
Cutting like the Knife
in the dead Cow
at the butcher shop
Slow, agony monster
Tearing pieces
In the midnight city air
Rank and bitter from
The dirt of the homeless
Poets
Walk straight on
Crooked sidewalks
Avoid the vomit pool
Left by Politician
Party boys as a sign
Of what is inside
City strokes my
Consciousness
Whipping out ideas
Along Times Square
Flashing fandango
Falling deep, the
Strangers capture false
Fury developed by
Grotesque neon
Merchants
This bottle hear
Whispers the words
Forget dreams which
Kill kind illusion
I am real and known
To you and your choir boys
I enter, lost in the sewer safety net, asleep
Comments
i'm fron NYC and I know just what you mean, it makes me alive.
wealth of laughter senryu
verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off. i had to do this several times to get it to work.
This was vivid and brought a city I've never seen alive in my head. Very well written. Be blessed.
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