sipping streetA Poem by Ross Davison
Sipping st. LA
and the people ooze through each other off the etched balconies.
Floating
aimlessly
bubbles in evening breezes
over slated sidewalks
lifted by scents of jambalaya and booze
past continuously repainted and scarred doors
to the open neon windows that
spit music and promise the
time of your life
women palpitate and grind their intoxicating prowess
with giddy abandonment
and the cobwebs, cracks,
and weather worn walls
hide in plain sight with time
and silence.
© 2008 Ross DavisonReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorRoss DavisonNew Bedford, MAAboutBorn on Cape Cod, and transported from school to school, I began writing at 15. Twisting the way the words layed on the paper, spreading them out to accentuate pauses or connections. I've been publi.. more..Writing
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