Starving Poet

...a poet on the streets...

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Exhaust coughs it�s way out
nastily choking fans
and on lookers
as by passing supporters
wail on horns

My hands ache from the cold,
it starts snowing
people coming
people leaving
and there�s two dollars in my hat

The smell of java fills my nose
I continue spouting
words I wrote
some people looked confused
still change is being tossed

It�s almost midnight and I wonder
why these strangers are still here
some are sitting now
on the side walk
completely content

I�ll go back to the alley soon
and these strangers will
all go to a comfy home
my friends will have the barrel ready
to cook some meat tonight

Tomorrow is just another day
I think I�ll
get some coffee
and maybe there�ll be
enough change to go around...

Reviews

[Michael X]

shadow, you really touched my heart with this piece, the way your words are sculpted,
the depthful meaning really just creates an overwhelming vision that has the essence
in being able to touch the soul, i loved the sharp, clear, impacting image you have so
masterfully created with substance and passionate, and poetical sight, beautifully done,
this is a sure perspective, artistically thought out, as well as powerfully, subtle in your
surrendering, "starving poet" the scenes chase my thoughts, i woukld like to quote many
lines in this, i chose this one for abstract quality
Exhaust coughs it's way out nastily choking fans and on lookers as by passing supporters
wail on horns" colorful form, the green worked easy, and gave the feeling of classicness,
i truly enjoye being taken for the moment, as your pen does, and always, have, mike

[mattavelli]

This is great!!
Take care. :)