sipping street

sipping street

A 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 Davison


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i hope you wrote this while watching these acts. this line is absolutely perfect: "past continuously repainted and scarred doors".


Posted 18 Years Ago


Love the imagery. Its great how you touch on the senses- the smells, the sounds... There's a wonderfully created scene, here. Light and oh so good :)

Posted 18 Years Ago


Wonderful, wonderful imagery here. Makes me want to fly south right now, just to experience the mood and tone this piece sets.

Posted 18 Years Ago


So far, this is a favorite of yours for me! I followed the words and the images were there, almost before I got there myself. This is a masterwork. (Submit this one! (Yet, I have many more to read, so...))

Posted 18 Years Ago



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Ross Davison
Ross Davison

New Bedford, MA



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Born 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..

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