CrosstownA Poem by The River Man
Above and in front of
or behind A transiting and distant line of wayward minds All between the descending fire light full of dynamic color Right on time Frozen stare Cold roots of thought Shot forward to engage With a somber rage All thorough the haze and it rains all around Above and below before it gets slow Or sick like slick All alone sometimes the ones that were left behind shooting recklessly through the night a solemn beam of light © 2013 The River Man |
StatsAuthorThe River ManAboutJust a passive observer who drops his thoughts at his heels. Occasionally dipping my quill the communal ink, and making my mark on the common parchment. more..Writing
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