Head on into congestion.
chadwick
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Graffiti pillars railroad tracks painted left turn or north.
Down 2 miles into potholes unpaved riches and golden slums.
Food-stamps welcome sunrises cutting down heat boiling concrete ground.
Lost amongst foreign speaking tongues verbal phones speed-dial redial.
Only severe difficulty the shadow I carry.
This load bears down through what seems endless unknown crippled cities.
Daylight soon will fall away only handing smog starless black the mighty high thrown.
This urban weariness drains veins for thresholds of suffering.
Eaten alive sucked into no escape are road signs written.
Everything happens at once on continuous treeless boulevard.
Down 2 miles into potholes unpaved riches and golden slums.
Food-stamps welcome sunrises cutting down heat boiling concrete ground.
Lost amongst foreign speaking tongues verbal phones speed-dial redial.
Only severe difficulty the shadow I carry.
This load bears down through what seems endless unknown crippled cities.
Daylight soon will fall away only handing smog starless black the mighty high thrown.
This urban weariness drains veins for thresholds of suffering.
Eaten alive sucked into no escape are road signs written.
Everything happens at once on continuous treeless boulevard.
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
"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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I don't know what the fuck you did with the english language, here, or even what you're saying, but you're working the words into a really unique creation that doesn't defy any of my personal logic sensors.
I see a lot of good things here
Thank you Pasta
Drive yourself an 18 wheeler thru L.A.
And not the I-5 corridor.
Get lost inside inner L.A. were you have 4 pick up's
of wine from none english speaking customers who hired
the company you drive for to haul their shit for em.
It is a fuckin huge cluster fuck and draining.
But addictive, a love hate typea gig.
"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
I live in a small town where ppl say the traffic is horrible, which is completely laughable. Sometimes it takes a while to get 'cross town, but it's never scary.
really dig the poem
lata