Down Around Town

This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last
word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition
to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning
both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord
with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!
Words burning up
And falling down
All around

Tinsel town

Not one man


Can say

And “Play”

Words collide slowly


The ceiling

Cracking and peeling

A mind collection



A thought of pretending

Through veins pumping

Asking to quit

This shit

And just sit

Pockets invaded

In time

Not one dime

Will be mine

Forgetting questions

Ask for yours

For tours

Through U.S. contours

Tipping crashing

Feeling tall

Until we fall

And beginning to crawl

Thoughts collapse

With whiskey

A bit risky

And feeling frisky

Further patience made

In time

A clear mind

Will be a sign

To clear the stage


Simply adhere to a bow

Replying “Ciao”

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