As I walk the streets of the East Village
a bag full of paper, pen and a pocket knife
the tight fright upon the face
obvious I'm in the right place at the wrong time
band of banshees
sadistic meth heads
one possibly could be the next vic
tomorrow's daily news
tonight unhinged
faux fear; I'm really scared
an alley cat timidly stalking the dark side
near the watchmen of life
wait to harvest unsettled bones
rattling along Village streets
marking their tombstones
tether those idling church restroom
his Father shadowing stain glass
removal of the last candle
and here you come mama and papa flower child
without your invitation . . . stoned
© 2011 Lepadah
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East Village w/Paper, Pen & Pocket Knife
From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
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Posted: Oct 05 11 01:23 PM
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nice work, Lepadah. I type this in a third floor apt overlooking the top of tompkins square park - the sunlit version of the deep night poem you've written here. quite a world out there. you've done it justice.
cheers,
g
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