Life’s fragile – especially when you pursue the wild side of things.
Subway station, silence
rats were all over the place.
In Brooklyn waiting for the G train
4 am
heavy air.
Me and my wingman friend decided to cross the tracks to the opposite side,
defying boredom and death.
But we deliberated – even drunk
that it was probably a stupid thing to do:
we would trip fall down and be electrocuted
so we decided to wait ‘till another day
when ethanol is low in our bloods and reason clear
to try the deed without any fear
AMSC – New York, 12/12/2009
sábado, 12 de dezembro de 2009
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Esse poema é super cinematográfico.Leio e passa a cena in my head!!!
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