53rd + 3rd

BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He walked around this suddenly strange town in search of some fun. At one time he knew this town like the back of his hand and where all the action was. However, that was a long time ago in city years. He encountered a wide variety of lowlifes, until he stumbled upon one who looked promising. He was a homeless youth of similiar age and complexion to his not so past self. "Spare some change", the squatter inquired? Leed me to some diesel, and I'll do you one better. "You a cop"? Do I look like a fucking cop?, he replied while realizing he almost did fit the profile at this point. Anyway, I'm not; You wanna see my tracks or something? He showed his faded battle scars, and they were on their way uptown. Now, the mind games started, and he sure loved mind games. He missed that aspect of the game as much as the actual junk he had often thought. So, you gonna try to run with my cash or what? "Nah man, just hook me up, You have my word" Your word, huh, he repeated and chuckled. Well, whatever about your word, but if you do the right thing, I'll hook you up lovely. "Sounds good boss", answered the vagrant. "So why do wanna get back into this shit anyway"? Shut up and lets get high he said, and so they did
"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Brainofdz wrote:
    He walked around this suddenly strange town in search of some fun. At one time he knew this town like the back of his hand and where all the action was. However, that was a long time ago in city years. He encountered a wide variety of lowlifes, until he stumbled upon one who looked promising. He was a homeless youth of similiar age and complexion to his not so past self. "Spare some change", the squatter inquired? Leed me to some diesel, and I'll do you one better. "You a cop"? Do I look like a fucking cop?, he replied while realizing he almost did fit the profile at this point. Anyway, I'm not; You wanna see my tracks or something? He showed his faded battle scars, and they were on their way uptown. Now, the mind games started, and he sure loved mind games. He missed that aspect of the game as much as the actual junk he had often thought. So, you gonna try to run with my cash or what? "Nah man, just hook me up, You have my word" Your word, huh, he repeated and chuckled. Well, whatever about your word, but if you do the right thing, I'll hook you up lovely. "Sounds good boss", answered the vagrant. "So why do wanna get back into this shit anyway"? Shut up and lets get high he said, and so they did

    awesome dude.
    this rocks.
    please go on.
    i love it, the street junkie slang.
    nicely done mr.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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