Before I saw it
I stood
In the street
Waiting to leave
The road’s black hole
Held me
Stopping me still enough
To escape the street’s sound
It showed its world to me
Like a movie:
How the sidewalks moved
People like a conveyer belt
And the buildings grew like ghosts
Flaunting their power
And how the chewing gum
Lived life like a parasite
On souls
Of people's shoes
Until the cold woke me
It stole me
Pressed the stop button on the movie
Numbing my poor skin
Then I saw it
Kneeling at my feet
I grabbed the penny
I looked my new friend in the face
And told the honest man
What he thought was a lie
"Lets go Abraham
To the woods
Were gonna build a log cabin
And drink some tea."
I stole the penny from that city
And left that place on top
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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2 comments:
More people should write poetry about pennies.
some justice for the great late Abraham who always seems to get the shorter end of the stick.
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