DEATH WALKS BOLDLY ON MY STREET

DEATH WALKS BOLDLY ON MY STREET

A Poem by Father Mojo

 

death walks boldly on my street

groans wildly with garbage trucks

dances with clamoring crows

crashes cans in the alley

hides behind hookers’ smiles

speaks shrill sirens in the early hours

disguised as laughing landlords raising rent

swift stalking elegant dark mahogany movement

leaves behind distinctive footprints

i think that death is in love with my street

never lets it out of sight

© 2008 Father Mojo


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Any-City USA ...

It has a 1000 faces ....and as many frequencies of sound

"disguised as laughing landlords raising rent

swift stalking elegant dark mahogany movement

leaves behind distinctive footprints "


I felt this

~ death never dies .... and has a permenant lease..must live in a rent-control apt.


Blesssssssssss



Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 11, 2008

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Father Mojo
Father Mojo

Carneys Point, NJ



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