Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
john-edward-smallshawPoems
With a bad band somewhere inland on an island in the valley of the ****** we were ****** or we were canned and our lives trickled away in the hourglass dripping sand. I never felt so much alone than with a cardboard box which I called home and though the band was many, there was no sense of fraternity, I stole from them,they stole from me, the never ending emnity. This life gives no indemnity,no clause that says,you will go free, you have to fight you get uptight you want to ****** one more night and then the daylight slams you up against the red brick wall, you fall back ****** rammed inside the valley another trip into crack alley somewhere inland on an island waving at passing ships.
0
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Erasure
With a bad band somewhere inland on an island in the valley of the ****** we were ****** or we were canned and our lives trickled away in the hourglass dripping sand. I never felt so much alone than with a cardboard box which I called home and though the band was many, there was no sense of fraternity, I stole from them,they stole from me, the never ending emnity. This life gives no indemnity,no clause that says,you will go free, you have to fight you get uptight you want to ****** one more night and then the daylight slams you up against the red brick wall, you fall back ****** rammed inside the valley another trip into crack alley somewhere inland on an island waving at passing ships.
john-edward-smallshaw
Written by
john-edward-smallshaw
70/English
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem