City Club Routine

City Club Routine

A Poem by Paul/Max

An explosion of color and the sound
Of a crowd slowly milling around
As the night settles in
The lone people drink gin
To wake up next morn, eyes sunken down

 

© 2009 Paul/Max


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you're right, this is rather sad. It gives me the impression of hoplessness that continues forever for these people.

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Paul/Max
Paul/Max

Hurley, WA, Russia



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So yeah...i'm a senior in highschool who likes to mountain bike, run forever, camp in storms, play videogames, snowboard, eat-alot. i only write for the love of it and when my ap english teacher gives.. more..

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