![]() Not UptownA Poem by abluehorseandflowers![]() Inspired by Frontier at Writer's Cafe and Bob Dylan. Not for comparison purposes.![]() Not Uptown
Going up coming in Turning out shadow's thin Eyes crossed cauliflower ears Teeth shattered hotel room bugged
Hallway twisted stairs a maw Ceiling slipping from a buzzing saw It's raining outside all year long Dry ice whetted the bleach's smelling strong
The dude on the corner handing out bags Keeps his face in pocket along with his rags Police are prowling got their fingers glazed The empty lot on 3rd is getting razed
The fathers of the city spawning corporate babies Grey cur mongrels out spreading rabies Nuns in the habit of collecting shoes The cooks in a manhole singing the blues
It's snowing inside not anywhere Cotton candy in pill bottles down at the fair The Bedroom closets locked up tight Dresser in the basement off to the right
Tongue swollen abscessed cheek Featherless parrot broken beak Turning in back straight Not never only late
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StatsAuthor![]() abluehorseandflowersWhite City, ORAboutI read, I experience, I wonder and write poetry about it. I'm a veteran of the US Army Infantry who has struggled with alcoholism, homelessness and mental health issues including PTSD for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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