Summer in the CityA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessIt's frigging gross out todayThe heat lies thick and palpable, Like a wet, woolen blanket Draped across the shoulders Of a fever pitched world. The street corner milkmaids and Trashcan Mavericks Hide in the shade of an alley And whine like bumper-struck dogs, Stinking and panting inside milkcrate mansions. No one talks about anything small anymore. Or asks for change for a dollar. They just lay there with their hard-luck-advice, and lipstick smeared across their sweating faces like some red light district made out of of bad decisions and Demerol. But the sun still rises, And she never relents. We all have our roles to play.
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..Writing |