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Winter Evenings
Contributed by
supercreep
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Sunday, 22nd June 2008 @ 02:00:39 AM in AEST
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Winter evenings
And a cold wet steak
Pursues me through corridors
In quest of belly ache.
Six o’clock..
Trampled butts of the smoking gaze
Loom down upon me and my misspent days.
Now drizzling rain on window-panes
And blizzard ghasts
Wrap
Scraps
Of crap
At my feet.
Good intentions gone like withered leaves.
In the dim light of tube subway
A lonely busker croons and stamps
And then the draining out
Of passangers from trains
Books go back in handbags
All set for the next day.
Jan 07
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supercreep
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2008-06-22 02:00:39]
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Re: Winter Evenings
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by wheels on
Sunday, 22nd June 2008 @ 03:01:02 AM AEST
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Even your humour has a dark esoteric rality to them. Perfect imagery and conservation of words.
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Re: Winter Evenings
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by fielding88 on
Sunday, 22nd June 2008 @ 03:47:29 AM AEST
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| An interesting poem, I liked that you experimented with style here, nice piece. |
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