This is No City

orig_long redorig_long red Posts: 2,029
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This is no city.

No house wielding power, nor a common existence
where all is equal and no one is
left with their throat on the curb.
This is no empty arena, nor a crowded closet
both with plenty of air neither of which will use.
This is no caring mother, nor father free of guilt
both stretched so thin they hardly even exist
anymore.
This is no truth.
This is no sanctity.
This is no peace.
This is no understanding.
This is no give and take.
This is no city.
We are all empty buildings, lined up side by side.
Waiting to see who will cave in and who will be caved in.
Jam out with your clam out.
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Comments

  • i like it.
    days will keep moving along. it doesnt really make a difference if you're well, sick, crazy or boring. the days will keep moving despite you and your small life. the point is to make each day that surrounds your life as big as possible.
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