This is garbage taking the form of print.
The Event
A woman walks behind me
on the slant of the street
do I dare turn around
give up and claim defeat?
Her footprints grow fierce
and like a beggar's mistake
I turn 'round to see her
to see her mysterious face
And wouldn't you know it
beyond all repair
the face that I witnessed
was the Montreal air
The event gave me strength
I was certain we had won
because today our old streets
were clouded with love
The Event
The Event
blue sky in the velcro
my name is matt, but you can call me regis
my name is matt, but you can call me regis
Your garbage is my treat, thank you for this poem.
-Sean
http://www.livejournal.com/users/passthrufire
-Sean
http://www.livejournal.com/users/passthrufire
Hi Matt ~
Such a discount to lead with, when you've created lines such as these:
~ Lizzy
Such a discount to lead with, when you've created lines such as these:
I like how you've expressed anticipation, imagination, and love.. . .
and like a beggar's mistake . . .
. . .
And wouldn't you know it
beyond all repair
the face that I witnessed
was the Montreal air . . .
. . .
because today our old streets
were clouded with love
~ Lizzy